Chapter 270

Harrison's expression turned grave. "As doctors, precision is everything. The smallest oversight could cost lives."

Alistair stood towering over her seated form. Yet despite the height difference, her posture remained impeccable - spine straight as an arrow. Those sharp, intelligent eyes bored into his with unwavering intensity as she lectured him, their dynamic oddly reversed.

Alistair was rendered speechless.

Was this student actually trying to teach him? He had only ever acknowledged one mentor - the legendary Dr. Sinclair!

Just as he opened his mouth to reprimand her, Harrison cut him off. "That will be all, Alistair."

His jaw clenched at her casual use of his first name. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out.

Back in his office, Alistair fumed. There was no possible way he could have made a mistake!

He yanked the "Compendium of Medicinal Herbs" from his shelf, flipping furiously to the referenced page. His fingers froze mid-turn.

She was right. The error glared up at him in printed ink.

"How...?" he whispered, stunned.

The department chair chose that moment to enter. "Professor Whitmore? Is everything alright?"

Alistair ran a hand through his hair. "There's a student... sleeps through entire lectures, then wakes up just to correct me. What would you make of that?"

The older man chuckled. "Sounds like you've encountered a prodigy."

A prodigy? Harrison?

Alistair's mind reeled.

As class dismissed, Harrison's phone buzzed. Julian from Westfield University.

She answered to immediate excitement. "The Global Scholars Forum is coming up! You and Nathaniel need to make a joint appearance."

"Harrison, you've been at Willowridge all this time. I'm shocked Mr. Falcon doesn't even recognize you," Julian mused.

A smirk played on her lips. "Oh, I know him. He just doesn't know me."

"Well, this forum will change that. Time he learns exactly who you are."

She had signed those divorce papers months ago. Their connection was severed. Strangers now.

Still... perhaps it was time for Nathaniel to meet the real Harrison. "Agreed," she said simply.

That evening at The Velvet Lounge's VIP section, Sebastian practically vibrated with excitement. "Nathaniel, is it true? The prodigy freshman is actually coming?"

Nathaniel lounged at the center booth, his black ensemble blending with the shadows. Isabella perched beside him, Arabella nearby.

Watching Sebastian's enthusiasm, Isabella's smile tightened. She knew exactly which "prodigy" had captured his attention.

The other heirs laughed. "Sebastian's finally found his match!"

"Never seen him this worked up over a woman before."

As chatter about the mysterious freshman dominated the room, Isabella forced a light laugh. "Online infatuations are so fickle. For all we know, this academic superstar could be... underwhelming in person. Some women overcompensate with intellect when they lack other... assets."