Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Yes, how can we stay ahead of them?

Seated atop the stage, Andy suddenly sighed.

“Good question. This brings me to my next point: talent!”

“I know that it’s not appropriate to talk about this at university where meritocracy is the norm,” he continued with a wink, “but we have to admit that it plays a role. Some people, like this friend of mine, are able to spot innocuous clues at a glance.”

At the sudden mention of his friend with such prophetic abilities, the students in the hall began to engage in a buzz of speculations. They were eager to learn the identity of such a talented individual.

Susan was one of them.

“She is a woman,” Andy proclaimed, smiling with pride and nostalgia. “A decade younger than me, but what a talent she had for financial forecasting. In fact, she predicted the famous oil riot in Zaewora and made me a fortune.”

The mysterious introduction only served to excite the students even more.

“Who is she, Professor? Where is she working now? Is there any chance of her giving a lecture?”

Andy chuckled.

“She’s retired from public life and is very happy remaining home with her husband and children. Even I am unable to make an appointment with her,” he remarked only half-jokingly.

I’m not even qualified

already disappearing down the western horizon when the trio emerged from the

exclaimed as she went over her notes again. “He talks about these things that our syllabus never covers. Even a student of finance and accounting such as myself

nodded

hand, Zaylynn nodded off during the lecture. Eager to participate in the conversation as

part about his friend. It shocked

nodded vigorously

surprising response to that. “He’d exaggerated a little. Though he did make a fortune from the oil riot

him with their mouths

“How do you know?”

he spoke of is my mother,” Ian remarked casually before striding ahead with his schoolbag on his back, leaving the girls behind thunderstruck by

His mother!

Right before they were about to exit the gate of the university on their way to dinner, she

“She used to be the director of

how her son managed to complete the building project so beautifully at only seventeen years of age.

left behind, she stamped her feet before hurrying up to them. “Can I come along? I did reserve a seat for you today, didn’t I? It was hard work,

Ian frowned at the

the merrier, Zaylynn. We’re having KFC for

course,” Zaylynn said at once. “I’m not