His Dangerous Angel (Serena and Sebastian) novel Chapter 120

Jackson hadn’t pulled the sample text off Facebook. Instead, he used a page from Solomon’s file—the section that introduced the technology’s function.

Kelly and Celeste both stepped forward.

"Hieroglyphics?"

Mr. Jackson, weren’t you supposed to be working on intelligent machinery? Why would you be studying hieroglyphics?

Kelly, despite her stellar grades, didn’t know a thing about them. If she was lost, then there was no way the half-baked Celeste should know either.

Yet Celeste suddenly said, "This one—I recognize it."

Kelly stiffened in shock.

Jackson’s eyes lit up, though he didn’t celebrate just yet. He pointed at a symbol none of their team had managed to decode. "Then what’s this?"

"‘Axis,’ I think." Celeste wrote out the English.

"And this one?"

"‘Wind.’"

"This?"

"‘Force.’"

Jackson pointed out five different symbols from the technical file, and Celeste named every one. More importantly, once substituted in, the sentences actually made sense.

For a moment, he was beside himself with joy.

Kelly’s face went pale.

Hayes Corp’s first choice was clearly Miss Q. Now the second candidate had become Celeste. Meanwhile she, the proud academic star of Haven High, was being pushed to the bottom, unnoticed.

Celeste gave her a triumphant look. These symbols she only knew because she had once learned a few things from Taylor. Otherwise, she would have been just as lost.

Eagerly, Jackson pulled out another page of technical details and pointed out more unfamiliar symbols. This time Celeste froze.

She had never seen these at all.

But she couldn’t afford to lose her newfound value. "They look familiar… I can’t place them right now. Could I take them home to study?"

Luther chimed in quickly, "Hieroglyphics aren’t something an average person can memorize on sight. Since Celeste can recognize some, let her research more. She might translate them yet."

Right now, he just wanted to restore Haven High’s image after Serena’s disgrace.

Jackson thought it over. That reasoning made sense. He agreed.

Following her gesture, Taylor saw Serena standing at the counter. His expression chilled.

The clerk walked up with a practiced smile. "Miss, if you can’t afford it, please don’t waste my time. Hand the bracelet to this gentleman."

No pretense, no courtesy—just open disdain for a customer she thought beneath her.

Taylor frowned. Was this the kind of treatment Serena faced outside? That even a store clerk felt free to trample on her?

All this time, he had stood on Celeste’s side. For the first time, he wondered—if Serena had never been lost, if she had grown up in the Reed family for those sixteen years—would she be the same "hopeless" girl she seemed to be now?

Before the clerk could continue her contempt, Taylor’s voice dropped, cold and dangerous. "This is how you treat customers?"

The clerk jumped. "S-sorry!"

She sneaked a glance at Serena, then at Taylor. Was this man interested in the girl? Was that why she’d dared to show up in a high-end jewelry store in a school uniform?

Looking again, the girl’s face and figure were striking. But still—coming into a luxury boutique without makeup just to latch onto a rich man? An insult to women who put in the effort to dress for the part!

In her mind, she was already spinning some cheap romance-drama scenario.

But when Serena turned and met Taylor’s eyes, her gaze was utterly flat—black pupils cool and empty, like she was looking at a stranger.

She showed no gratitude. Setting the bracelet down, she walked away to the counter of uncut gems without so much as a "thank you."