Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204 A New Start

Olive’s POV,

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Bernardo Colton once said that time is the best friend of truth. It’s a good confirmation of my doctoral career, and it also confirms my life experience.

Three years have passed since that ridiculous wedding.

Within three years, I completed my research, published my thesis on Nature, and got my diploma.

I graduated in five years. My mentor Dr. Julian said that I broke his laboratory’s “record of the earliest student to graduate”. I rolled my eyes at this. never thinking that he also knew this kind of silly joke that only circulated among students.

“Seriously, Olive, don’t you consider pursuing a post-doctoral degree? Or would you like to go to England? I have an old friend in Oxford who is very interested in your subject…”

“Well, thanks, Dr. Julian. But I’ve already signed the contract.”

“Lucky Germans!” Julian muttered dissatisfiedly but finally gave me a big hug, “Olive, you are a talented young woman. I don’t quite understand your decision, but I think maybe young people have their reasons. If one day you regret it, please remember that my laboratory will always welcome you back.”

“I was lucky to know you,” I hugged my mentor tightly.

At the beginning of my Ph.D. study, my biggest dream was to get this

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diploma. To be bolder, I even hoped I could stay for a post-doctoral

degree. Now three years later, all these dreams had been over fulfilled. I even got lifetime offers from some schools.

But life is like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, and you never know what the next one will taste like, just like I had never thought that I would choose to give up scientific research and go to work in a company.

It was a German pharmaceutical company. I didn’t even know German.

“Dr. Woods. Here!” After dozens of hours of flying, I landed at Munich Airport. People were talking in German that I couldn’t understand and the somewhat broken English sounded like heaven to me.

A young girl with curly brown hair waved at me, and she was holding up a sign with my name in her other hand.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Woods. I’m Charlotte Charles, your research assistant. I got my master’s degree in neuroscience from the University of Munich. I must say that I read your published paper and it’s really impressive…”