CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: HAVEN’T WE MET SOMEWHERE BEFORE?

Amelia Wright returned to the old town.

She lingered at Marsh Smith’s place for a long time, but Marsh didn’t reveal who was behind the plot against her.

Amelia didn’t want to wait any longer. Waiting like this seemed pointless, anyhow, whoever wanted to harm her would eventually reveal themselves.

In this life, she’s not afraid of anything!

In the old town, Amelia unexpectedly ran into Elijah Jefferson. He was squatting on the ground with a few engineers, discussing the design plans spread out on the bench in front of them.

His black work pants were stained with mud, adding a casual and carefree charm to his appearance.

Upon seeing Amelia, Elijah greeted her, "Hey, little one, come over and take a look at our new plan for the old town."

The old town was full of puddles after the rain, and a careless step could splash mud onto her pants. Amelia wasn’t overly particular and squatted down to join them.

Elijah, excited, said, "Originally, when this area was planned, it was marked as a key development zone because this part of the old town backs onto the coast. As for transportation, I plan to build a business district here. By then, the old town will be bustling."

Amelia nodded with a smile.

Amelia and Elijah chatted for a while; the wind was chilly at their location, making her cough a few times.

Elijah looked at Amelia’s pale face, paused the conversation, took off his jacket, and handed it to Amelia, "Why is your body so weak, little one? Every time I see you, you look sickly."

Amelia didn’t take the jacket and shook her head, saying, "No, thank you. It’s probably just the wind today; I’ll head back."

Amelia got up to leave. Elijah looked at the jacket that he couldn’t give away, slightly startled—this little one sure was cautious.

He then remembered that Amelia was divorced and might not be in a good mood.

Clearly, at the auction, that Young Master Shaw was so jealous and caring. How could he bear to leave this sickly little one just a few days later?

Elijah was a bit curious but didn’t dwell on it. He casually slung the jacket back over his shoulder and continued discussing the plans.

Hailey Smith, spying from a distance, thought this undercover work was really tough.

First, the Young Madam went on a date with Marsh Smith, and the next moment she was chatting with a wild man.

The most important thing was that, while squatting by the mud puddle, she looked obviously happier than when shopping with Marsh, smiling without care even though her skirt hem was stained with mud.

Hailey took out a small notebook and listed Elijah as a key monitoring target.

Handsome, rich like her own family’s young master, and most importantly, the Young Madam didn’t dislike him!

Hailey pondered a bit and decided to inform the young master, to avoid being blamed later for any mishaps.

The entire Imperial Garden was tense, not daring to look at the terrifying cold aura suddenly emanated from their young master.

Basil Smith wished he could crush Hailey, that scoundrel!

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The next day, Amelia returned to school.

Actually, whether or not she returned to school wasn’t a big issue.

At Elegant Art Academy, a credit system was in place. By her junior year, Amelia had completed most of her credits, as long as she didn’t fail her exams.

The main reason for her return this time was the start of the initial round of the national painting exhibition.

The initial round was the on-campus selection at each art academy.

When Amelia returned, it was already the last batch.

After submitting her registration materials, she was directly placed in the studio.

In addition to the participants, there were several teachers who occasionally walked around observing.

Hardly anyone at Elegant Art noticed Amelia’s return, otherwise, with the painting she submitted in the last minor exam, numerous teachers would have been curious to come and see.

At that moment, the principal of Elegant Art Academy was accompanying a young man.

The principal, with a respectful attitude, said, "Officer, is there something you need at Elegant Art?"

"No need to call me officer."

"Okay... okay, Mr.... Mr. Allen."

"No need to be nervous, Principal, just call me Edward Allen." Edward Allen looked around the school’s environment and said, "I just came to have a look. I heard Elegant Art is the best art academy in Riverwood, should be quite good in painting and calligraphy."

The principal, realizing that Edward Allen spoke kindly and wasn’t looking for trouble, felt slightly relaxed, "It’s an honor from industry folks. The students are quite promising. Oh, the last batch of students for the national painting exhibition is having their initial round today. Would you like to have a look, Mr. Allen?"

"Sure, let’s take a look."

The principal didn’t expect him to agree readily and was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly led the way.

The participating students were quietly painting, accustomed to the teachers’ movements. Thus, when the principal and Edward Allen entered, nobody noticed them.

Edward Allen wasn’t interested in painting but looked on attentively.

It all stemmed from his sister’s photos.

The indifferent opponent concealed it well, and even after using connections for an investigation, he could only find out she was in Riverwood City.

But in two photos, his sister was painting with paint, indicating she likely loved painting.

Edward Allen thought, maybe she would join one of these art academies as she grew up, which brought him to Elegant Art Academy, the best in Riverwood City, with that thought in mind.

He knew searching blindly like this was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Yet, despite knowing the odds were almost zero, he couldn’t help but try his luck.

Like in the past years, any slightest hint or news was taken extremely seriously by them.

Could there be one among these vibrant students that was his sister?

Edward Allen stopped beside a student, gazing at the pine painting before him.

Pines growing on rocks were supposed to symbolize fierceness and vitality.

However, although Edward Allen didn’t understand the painting, he seemed to see a struggle within it.

The pines trapped by rocks were painfully struggling within those cracks.

He couldn’t help giving the student a second glance; it was a pretty and somewhat familiar-looking girl.

Amelia sensed the gaze beside her and turned to look.

Instantly, the paintbrush in her hand fell to the ground.

She swiftly stood up from her chair, accidentally knocking over the paint in her panic, rendering the good pine painting a complete mess.

The commotion was so loud that it startled the surrounding students.

Ever since her rebirth, except for the time when Godfery Shaw got injured in the racing event, Amelia hadn’t lost her composure like this.

Her brother!

Why was her brother suddenly by her side?

In her past life, it wasn’t until two years later that the Wright family contacted her, and only then did the family come to Riverwood City.

In this lifetime, she had already planned everything; within the next two years, she would resolve the Wright family issues, ensuring they never had a chance to deceive her loved ones again.

But never did she expect her brother would suddenly appear like this.

Did he recognize her?

Why was he standing next to her?

Amelia’s mind was in chaos at that moment, unable to process anything.

Beside her, Edward Allen apologized, "I’m sorry, did I startle you?"

Amelia shook her head blankly.

Edward Allen saw the girl staring at him dumbfoundedly, as if she recognized him.

Although he hadn’t seen this girl before, she did look somewhat familiar to him.

Driven by impulse, Edward Allen asked, "Have we met somewhere before?"