Chapter 25

Evelyn Laurent made only a brief appearance at the banquet before slipping away unnoticed. She headed straight for the penthouse suite at The Grand Hyatt, shutting out the sounds of clinking glasses and lively chatter behind her.

Victoria Langley watched her daughter leave with aching tenderness in her eyes. She never forced Little Seven to do anything against her will.

Just as Evelyn settled on the edge of her bed, her phone vibrated.

The caller ID displaying "Prof. Benjamin Klein" softened the usual sharpness in her features.

"Evelyn!" The elderly man's excited voice crackled through the line. "When are you coming to Cambridge? I've arranged your dorm—just bring your suitcase!"

Benjamin Klein's voice brimmed with barely contained anticipation. "Don't worry about tuition either. This old man even secured your financial aid! With your talents, scholarships will be effortless."

The corners of Evelyn's lips lifted. "Professor, I'm already in Cambridge."

"What?" Benjamin's voice cracked with excitement. "You're here already? Where are you staying? Move into my house immediately!"

"I have accommodations." Her voice remained gentle. "Thank you for your concern."

Hanging up, Benjamin beamed with unrestrained joy. He immediately pulled out his phone, eager to share the wonderful news with his colleagues.

Evelyn stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the city's glittering lights below.

Memories surfaced of that physics competition two years ago. She'd been a temporary backstage worker who solved every competition problem during breaks.

That was when Benjamin Klein first noticed her. The distinguished professor had pursued her for two hours of conversation, forging an unlikely friendship across generations.

For two years, Benjamin had tried to sponsor her education, but she always refused. Until last month, when the professor used his Harvard University special admission privilege.

As night deepened, Cambridge's elite tossed and turned. Some regretted tonight's missteps, others schemed how to approach the seventh Langley daughter.

Evelyn remained motionless, her reflection in the glass revealing her composed expression. Tomorrow would mark a new beginning.