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Sure enough, when lunch break rolled around, White made a beeline for Sierra and opened with:
“Were you watching me carlier? How about it? Impressed?”
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Sierra wasn’t sure if all foreigners were like this, but White was definitely too much for her to handle.
She gave a small cough and said, “I just didn’t expect you to actually know what you were doing.”
“What’s so surprising about that?”
White shrugged. “I’m investing in this stuff now. Of course I need to understand it. Otherwise, what if I get scammed?”
Sierra thought–maybe he wasn’t as unreliable as he looked.
“And besides, it’s not hard.”
White added, “I picked it up in six months. You know that thing?” He mentioned a name. Sierra nodded, and he grinned smugly. “I developed that entirely on my own.”
Freak.
That was Sierra’s first thought. Sure, plenty of people called her a freak too–but still, White gave her that exact feeling.
“You study every field you invest in?”
“Yeah!”
White nodded without hesitation. “None of it’s hard.”
Sierra was completely at a loss for words now.
No wonder people said White was insufferable. Honestly, if she were a little more average, she’d probably want to punch him herself.
Johnathan had mentioned that this guy had invested in hundreds of projects–across industries like. biopharmaceuticals, tech, maritime, real estate…
And he studied every single one of them before investing?
That was terrifying.
The last person she’d met who was this terrifying was Johnathan.
He also picked up complex subjects with ease–things that seemed impossible to most people were child’s play to him.
Now, she’d run into someone else like that.
Her gaze grew complicated as she looked at White. He couldn’t help but ask, “You’re impressed, huh? Want
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to give me a chance?”
Sierra responded by getting up with her tray and walking away.
She pulled out her phone. Johnathan had messaged her carlier to say he’d arrived..
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She wondered how he was doing. Had he met his grandfather and uncle? Would he be able to learn the truth from them?
At that moment, Johnathan had already arrived at the address his grandfather had given him.
But to his surprise, the door was opened by complete strangers–not his grandfather or uncle.,
After talking to them, he learned that they had moved away years ago.
All the things he’d been sending every year? They’d been forwarded elsewhere.
When he heard that, Johnathan almost laughed from sheer frustration.
The old him would’ve turned around and left right then.
But the more his grandfather and uncle avoided him, the more curious he became.
If they didn’t want anything to do with him, why had they accepted the things he sent?
What exactly were they hiding?
From this family, he found out where his packages had really been going: a tiny, remote town unreachable by plane.
Johnathan rented a car and started driving.
It was even colder here than back home. Snow piled thick on the roads, and halfway there, the car broke down.
His temper flared instantly.
That was when Sierra called.
“Professor Yaeger, how’s it going?”
Hearing her voice calmed him down a little.
“Haven’t seen them yet.”
He took a breath and explained everything that had happened so far.
Sierra hadn’t expected his grandfather and uncle to be so ruthless–to go to such lengths to avoid him. Her chest ached at the thought.
“So what now? Where are you?” she asked.
“On the way.”
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Johnathan didn’t mention the breakdown or the snowstorm. Instead, he changed the subject and told her about other things.
Sierra knew what he was doing, so she went along with it, chatting about things on her end.
Just before they hung up, she said quietly, “If it doesn’t work out, just let it go. Things are good the way they are now.”
She didn’t want Johnathan chasing the truth anymore. She was afraid it would only hurt him.
“Alright.”
After they ended the call, Johnathan lit a cigarette and waited a little longer. Eventually, the tow truck arrived.
He’d called in a favor from a local friend–gotten a tow, then another car to drive the rest of the way.
After a long, exhausting journey, he finally reached his grandfather’s house around midnight.
Without caring what time it was, he knocked on the door.
It was a long while before he heard anything.
“Who is it?” came a voice from inside.
Even though it had been years since he last heard it, Johnathan recognized it instantly–it was his uncle.
He answered calmly, “It’s me. Johnathan.”
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