Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 95

[Founding Investor & Chief Architect: Mr. D. C.]

Founding Investor and Chief Architect: Damien Clarke.

It was him.

Grace's fingers froze on the touchpad.

She understood in an instant.

Everything, at that moment, finally made sense.

Why was she able to get into Arclight Research Institute so easily?

Why had the dean given her the green light every step of the way?

Why, when she was being doubted by the entire institute, could Damien make a single phone call and give her the chance to prove her innocence?

It wasn't about him pulling strings for her.

And it certainly wasn't a coincidence.

It was because this sacred ground of research, this place that brought together the nation's top minds, this place where she had fought with all her might to gain a foothold...

From the very beginning, it had been a part of his technological empire.

He wasn't just the investor; he was the Chief Architect who had personally built it all.

He hadn't just paved a road for her.

He had built an entire world for her.

And she, Grace, had stormed in with her prized talent and knowledge.

And she had fit perfectly, flawlessly, into the blueprint he had reserved for her.

The Galaxy Project in her hands, the research she considered her life's work, suddenly took on another layer of meaning.

This wasn't just about clearing her own name anymore.

It felt more like an unconscious response to the deep, ocean-like expectations of that man.

[Computation Complete.]

The cold, mechanical voice pulled her back to reality.

On the screen, a flawless, unprecedented molecular decay model floated silently.

Grace stared at the model, speechless for a long time.

Something was churning wildly in her chest, so hot it felt like it might burn her from the inside out.

One was for him. The other, in the recipient field, was clearly printed with the words:

"Ms. Grace Hart, Core Head of the Arclight Research Institute's Galaxy Project."

"I... have to go too?"

Grace looked at the gold-embossed invitation, a little hesitant.

It had been too long since she had attended such a glamorous social event.

"Of course." Damien wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin gently on top of her head. "You're not going as my date. You're going as one of the most important guests."

He paused, his voice tinged with a persuasive charm.

"Go and let all those people who once looked down on you see exactly how high you're standing now."

On the day of the gala.

Damien brought in the country's top styling team.

When Grace walked out of the dressing room, the entire team was momentarily stunned.

She was wearing a floor-length gown the color of a starry sky.

It wasn't an ordinary blue, but one hand-sewn from countless shades of blue silk thread, dotted with fine diamonds that sparkled under the lights, as if she were wearing the entire Milky Way.