When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0364

After finishing their meal, Winter received a phone call and had to leave first, while Miranda took her parents back home. Despite being tired from a whole day of walking, Lionel remained energetic as he scrolled through the photos on his phone.

“Let me tell you about this golden enamel plate… and this silver coral necklace…”

His voice filled the entire hallway.

Mindy, rarely seeing him so animated and childlike, couldn’t help but smile. Miranda acted as the perfect listener, only responding when necessary.

The three of them laughed and chatted as they climbed to the seventh floor. Miranda pulled out her key and was about to open the door when the door across from theirs opened.

“Oh? Paul, heading out?” Lionel greeted him warmly.

Miranda instinctively turned her head and unexpectedly met the man’s smiling eyes. He wore a simple white short–sleeved shirt paired with khaki casual pants, looking fresh yet composed.

It was their first encounter since that night when she had too much to drink. Remembering how her father said she had not only gotten drunk but also caused a scene with Paul, Miranda felt a wave of embarrassment and quickly looked away.

The smile on Paul’s face deepened. He nodded politely at Lionel. “Yes, I’m heading to the lab.”

“Working this late?”

two sets of data I

Let’s play

“Sure.”

break free from Lucy and Franklin. To be precise, they had worn themselves out and decided to return to the hotel, giving

estate, she collapsed on the couch, utterly drained, her

Tina came running

her admission letter from Bedford

be majoring in Bioinformatics, and her supervisor would

of gourmet honey, specialty tea, and saffron she had

were originally intended for Christine, who refused them, so

of that, Tina had sent a high–end bracelet worth almost hundreds of thousands of dollars to Sophie

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such an expensive gift might be hard for Sophie to accept directly, and partly because

Now that she herself was doing something similar, the fear of being caught, just like how she’d once snapped