Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 460

Grace took a deep breath, sat back down, and regained her composure. "I serve as a consultant, and my sister has complete creative freedom. Either sign, or get lost."

The Great Elder's face went from pale to livid.

No one had ever been so arrogant when faced with an invitation from the family.

Even though the Helix Line was showing signs of decline, a weakened lion is still a lion. They still held significant influence in the world of scientific research.

This Grace reminded the Great Elder of when Lauren Hawke had come to Verstein over twenty years ago.

Lauren Hawke had been pregnant at the time, but her attitude was just as unyielding as Grace's.

"...Fine."

After a long pause, the Great Elder finally relented. "Deal."

"But, Grace, you remember this. The family's resources are not free. We need your daughter's genetic data. Since you are an 'optimizer,' your offspring will surely be even more valuable."

Grace's eyes narrowed.

Gianna...

"That will cost you extra," Damien interjected coldly. "For now, just sign this one."

The video call finally ended.

All the strength left Grace’s body in a single rush.

"That was terrifying..." She clutched her chest, her palms slick with cold sweat. "Was I too aggressive just now?"

"Aggressive? You were amazing!"

Lottie Grant rushed over and hugged her. "That moment you slammed the table, seriously, I wanted to kneel and call you 'Your Majesty'."

Grace gave a wry smile. "I just... I don't want you to be wronged. I had enough of bowing and scraping to others back with the Hart family. You're my sister. You should live a prouder life than I did."

"You silly girl."

Lottie Grant ruffled her hair, her voice softening. "We're sisters. We don't need to draw such clear lines."

But Grace only felt fear.

"What is it?"

Seeing her stunned expression, Lottie Grant leaned in for a closer look, though she couldn't understand the technical jargon. "What does this mean? That Gianna is a genius?"

"A genius, and a curse."

Grace looked up at Lottie Grant.

"Sister, do you know what my childhood was like?"

She put the report down on the sofa, she looked completely hollow. Her voice was light, and desolate.

"I could recite pi to a hundred decimal places when I was four. By five, I was solving algebra. Alistair Hart was thrilled when he found out."

"From the age of six, while other kids were playing in the mud, I was memorizing formulas. While other kids were watching cartoons, I was following him into the lab."

"Starting in the fourth grade, if I ever failed to get a perfect score, or if my experimental progress was even slightly behind schedule, he would lock me in the basement."