Chapter 55
In his previous life, around this time, Ryan had made a critical move.
He had received inside information from certain sources and personally flew to Vancouver to meet with a man named Victor, a PhD student at the University of British Columbia.
Victor held one of the most groundbreaking core biotechnologies in his hands–technology that was directly linked to the very drug that had poisoned my wolf, Sierra, to death.
Over the next five years, this sinister biotechnology helped Ryan build his fortune, slowly amassing wealth and power, climbing to a place where few could challenge him.
In those early days, Ryan had come to me, asking for money.
And because I trusted him completely–blinded by love or maybe just naivety–I handed over all my savings without a second thought.
I didn’t ask questions about his business. I didn’t want to pry.
By the time I realized the dark nature of his dealings, it was already too late. I died on the drugs I invested in.
This time, things would be different.
I kept a close eye on Ryan’s movements, watching his every step while keeping up with my studies:
As soon as the midterm exams ended, I knew what I had to do. I immediately booked a flight to Vancouver, well over a month before Ryan had made his trip in our previous life.
As I arrived at the university, the crisp autumn air filled my lungs.
The vast campus was spread out in front of me, teeming with students going about their day.
I glanced around, unsure where to begin. The plan was to get ahead of Ryan, find Victor before he could make any deals, and ensure that this time, things would take a different path.
was just about to approach someone for directions when my gaze landed on a figure in the distance.
A familiar face, lounging on the lawn not far away. Victor.
He looked younger than I remembered from my past life.
His features were sharp, with a clean–shaven face and slicked–back hair. His eyes, however, were the same–cold and calculating. They followed every movement around him, as if he were constantly” analyzing his surroundings.
I had met him before, though not in the most pleasant circumstances.
In my previous life, he had visited our home several times. His gaze always lingered on me longer than it should, filled with something unsettling, something predatory.
It was a look I could never forget.
After a few visits, even Ryan had noticed and forbade him from stepping foot in our house again. Ryan despised any man who looked at me that way, though he had no problem treating other women as objects himself.
But now, here he was, unaware of the future I had lived, and standing before him was a boy in a white jacket. His posture was upright, poised, and there was an air of authority about him, despite his youthful appearance.
He couldn’t have been older than twenty–four, but the way he held himself made him seem like a seasoned professor.
His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and a pair of wire–rimmed glasses sat on his nose, adding a touch of scholarly seriousness to his otherwise striking features.
He looked every bit the intellectual, but there was a quiet intensity in his expression, like someone who had spent countless sleepless nights chasing after something bigger than himself.
This boy–this was Victor’s lab partner, Zain.
Zain was glaring at Victore, his face a mask of cold fury.
“That’s the result of my experiment. Who gave you permission to use it for business negotiations without my approval?”
Victor didn’t back down. He smiled slightly, though there was no warmth in it. “What’s yours and what’s mine? Didn’t we work on this together?”
Zain’s expression darkened. “The idea was mine. I conducted the experiments, All you did was assist for a few months and record data. You have no right to handle my work.”
Victor’s smile faltered, and for a moment, I could see the tension building between them. He ran a
hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his temper in check..
“Zain, I’m thinking about the future of our lab. What’s the point of holding onto the technology? Wouldn’t it make more sense to find a reliable company to develop it and bring it to market?”
Zain’s voice was ice. “I’ll say this one last time–that is my work. You have no right to decide what happens to it.”
For a brief moment, Victore looked like he was on the verge of snapping, but then something in his expression changed. He seemed to remember something, and his anger gave way to a cold resolve.
I saw an icy flash of murderous intent under his eyes.
At that moment, I finally remembered the name Zane, having heard it somewhere.
Zain, was a genius in the field of medical biology, a prodigy with a super–high IQ. By the age of 24, he had already earned his PhD and was conducting groundbreaking research in gene therapy and biotech.
He had been hailed as the rising star of the medical world, someone who would revolutionize the field with his innovative ideas.
But that genius would never reach its full potential.
In my previous life, Zain had died young–just 24 years old, gone in a tragic “accident“.
And that ‘accident‘, was related to Ryan.
