Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 343

Chapter 342 

Perhaps my previous experiences made me acutely aware of how cunning such people could be and their true intentions. 

Was Duncan trying to draw me in this way? It seemed a bit foolish, but I wasn’t worried. Good things come to those who wait. I was confident I could catch him off guard. I deliberately put on an eager expression, and his demeanor became increasingly intriguing. He looked at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl before stepping closer. “I took a good look at your design, and to be honest, it seems quite ordinary. You got this opportunity probably because of luck, considering your lower ranking. But now that you’re here, I hope you can discover your potential and make the most of it.” 

Hearing his assessment made me want to laugh. Clearly, he didn’t know my true character, but it was amusing to listen to him talk down to me like this. 

Wasn’t he just trying to belittle me with this approach? It seemed that I had really given him the impression that I was clueless. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted this way. 

It seemed my clear intentions were starting to work. I noticed a flicker of shock on his face, but I maintained my clueless facade to shift his perception. 

He quickly ushered me to the couch across from him, pulling out my design, which seemed like it was for a critique. It looked significant, but in reality, it was pointless. 

I pretended to be fully engaged as if his advice was genuinely helpful. His gaze held a deeper mockery, treating me like one of those naive college students who didn’t know any better. 

Having lived two lives, I was well aware of what such people thought and what they were best at–making others doubt themselves while pretending to help. 

But their malicious tactics were something I wouldn’t engage with. 

As Duncan continued to explain, his hands grew increasingly restless, eventually landing on my thigh. Everything unfolded just as I had anticipated. He truly began his shameless behavior. 

I immediately feigned shock, and I took two steps back. 

His expression revealed irritation; he seemed caught off guard by my retreat, yet it was as if he were accustomed to this kind of situation. 

“Mr. Barnes, what are you doing? Why are you touching my leg?” 

I needed to lay everything bare with audio and visual evidence in play. Duncan, however, only smirked, his gaze filled with amusement. 

“You’re young and probably don’t understand how things work. I’m not touching you intentionally, but you should consider your situation. As an average woman from a modest background without connections, what do you think your future holds after graduation?”