After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 68

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.

I 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.