Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 203

Chapter 203

The first thing you notice is a pair of long legs in boots, topped with a camel coat over a white knit sweater, her hand clutching a large, elephant-grey Hermes tote. From head to toe, everything about her screamed sophistication and attention to detail.

The moment Liz laid eyes on Owen, her pupils dilated with excitement, "Mr. Reynolds, good morning!"

"Morning." Owen nodded slightly.

"Liz, let me introduce you to the newest member of our team, Roseanne. She's even younger than you by two years," Sammy was quick to share the news with her.

It was then Liz noticed an unfamiliar presence in the lab, pausing her smile for a moment.

Before Roseanne, Liz was the youngest in the research group, often doted on and held in high regard by everyone.

And she had every reason to be treated so.

A Masters from Columbia followed by a Ph.D. underway at Kingswell University, her academic credentials were indeed impressive.

Moreover, being part of Owen's research team itself was a testament to her research capabilities and academic excellence.

Roseanne stuck to protocol and greeted everyone, but Liz responded with a lukewarm handshake before quickly pulling away. Her disdain was subtle but palpable to Roseanne.

Jen's eyes darted between the two girls, though she chose to remain silent.

Owen clarified, "Just to set the record straight, strictly speaking, Roseanne isn't exactly joining our team."

"What?"

"She's here to conduct her own research project and is merely using our space."

Borrowing space?

Owen never lent out the lab

Others shared this confusion.

Stoddard

Liz frowned deeply.

...

it down on the blackboard. We have staff coming in daily to

Liz asked with a touch of curiosity, "Which postdoc program are

my first year of Ph.D. this September," Roseanne

graduate school?" Liz was genuinely

to land

to make

What's her story?

Surname Cole...

the prominent families of Lumina City in her

or academic elites, the surname Cole was nowhere to be found...What

a hand gently grasped her arm, shaking their head subtly, indicating it was not the time for such

within

Owen's personal domain; they had no say in its

social cues, glanced forward. Even in a lab coat, Owen's stender physique was apparent,

stillness, a

that gentleness

ever

if Liz spoke up, it was doubtful Owen would heed

him, and the workstation was lent out by him; what ground did they

...

Unaware of these undercurrents,

dived into