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288 Okay,

I had considered many possibilities, but I underestimated how much Nick had been hiding from me.

Until now, it hadn’t even occurred to me that he might be lying about “staying in school lately”.

So which of his statements had actually been true all this time?

I looked at the blond man and was about to ask another question when I realized he was sizing me up.

“Oh, I’m Olive, Olive Woods,” I briefly introduced myself and offered my hand. “I’m a friend of Nick’s.”

The man shook my hand. “Boris Smith,” he said. “You can call me Boris.”

“Boris,” I asked, “could you tell me about Nick’s situation here?

I noticed the young man’s nose wrinkled slightly when I mentioned Nick.

Did she have something against Nick?

A bad feeling stayed in my mind.

What kind of life had Nick been leading since he came to Harvard? I realized that I had greatly underestimated him and David.

At Columbia, Nick’s directness and professionalism had always made him popular with those around him.

So even if there were personality clashes, most people wouldn’t have shown such obvious rejection on their faces.

“Hurry?” I asked, realizing it would be hard to find another of Nick’s colleagues at this time of day.I decided to take the opportunity and looked into Boris’s hazel eyes. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to buy you lunch.”

Boris hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

We walked side by side to a nearby restaurant.

“By your accent, are you from New York?” Boris asked casually.

“Yes”, I answered. “I went to Columbia for my undergraduate and Ph.D. Nick was my best friend during my PhD. He is the most honest, professional, and fun person I have ever met.”

Boris’s mouth twisted at my words. “I think you’re funnier,” he said dryly.

His obvious disapproval gave me an idea of ​​the character of the man next to me.

At the same time, my heart sank.

“Are you here to spend Christmas with him?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“You come from Manhattan?”

“No, from Germany,”

Boris stopped short and let out a startled cry. “That fellow has some charm to make a beauty like you fly to spend Christmas with him!”

“First of all, thanks for the compliment, but maybe we get to know different sides of Nick. That’s why I came uninvited,” I paused and looked into his eyes. “Mr. Smith, I really hope that he can help me.”

We went to a Mexican restaurant that Boris said was “good value for money”.

The food came quickly before I had even finished my glass of water.

They were in complete denial of Nick’s talent.

When my anger peaked, I suddenly calmed down.

I shouldn’t be mad at the stranger in front of me. The one who really deserved my wrath was David.

He didn’t know how much he had deliberately misled the people around Nick, but he was sure that Nick’s struggles at Harvard were his doing.

“Do you know the Morris Group?” I asked, keeping my cool and suppressing my anger. “I work for a pharmaceutical company under the Morris Group. I joined right after graduating from Columbia and recently completed a project to develop a new cancer drug. My boss gave me a huge bonus and a month of vacation in recognition of my skills. ”

“That’s amazing,” Boris said, clearly confused by my sudden change of subject. “Should I say congratulations?”

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that Nick and I were studying in the same field, and Boris was now his colleague, so he must have been in the same field as well.

When he saw my papers, his initial disdain faded and he was replaced by surprise.

“I have read this newspaper!” he said, pointing to one of them. “Did you write it?”

“You can see who’s the first author next to me,” I said, pointing to Nick’s name. “David was not at Columbia at the time and he had nothing to do with it.”

At that moment, he was sure that Nick hadn’t solved any of his problems, no matter what the current situation was.

He seemed like he had made the right decision to come here