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.

a powerful woman now. I’m

two hours. The sun was already disappearing down the western horizon when the trio emerged from the lecture

about these things that our syllabus never covers. Even a student of finance and accounting such as

nodded without

Zaylynn nodded off during the lecture. Eager to participate in the conversation as she was, she found herself

she chimed in. “Especially the part about his friend. It shocked me to hear about such powerful women in

vigorously

to that. “He’d exaggerated a little. Though he did make a fortune from the oil riot back then, he had forced the person to do

him with their

“How do you know?”

friend 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 proclamation that was uttered with as much enthusiasm as if it had

His mother!

to exit the gate of the university on their way to dinner, she suddenly remembered. “Was your mother ever

course,” Ian answered. “She used to be the director

knew Sasha to be as well-versed in finance as in medicine! That explains how her son managed to complete the building project so beautifully at only seventeen years of age. He

not to be left behind, she stamped her feet before hurrying up to them. “Can I come along?

Ian frowned at the intrusion,

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