Zinnia waved her hand dismissively, her expression unconcerned. “It’s nothing, you’re not wrong.”
Yuri pressed his lips together, a smile spreading across his face.
“By the way, for next semester’s Medical Student Innovation Competition, are you leading a team?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m heading the oncology research group. Our project proposal is already set.”
Yuri grinned at that. “What a coincidence. I’m supervising a neuroscience project—basic research in neurosurgery. Looks like we might end up as rivals.”
As he spoke, he put his fists together in a playful gesture and said, “I hope Ms. Quinn will go easy on us.”
Zinnia laughed, about to reply, but at that moment her phone started to ring.
It was a number she didn’t recognize—a landline.
She answered, “Hello, who’s this?”
On the other end, the caller introduced themselves. Zinnia paused for a moment. “The Property Registry?”
After the person explained the situation, Zinnia answered distractedly, “Alright, I understand. Thank you.”
She hung up, her brow furrowed in silence.
The person from the Property Registry had told her Landon had transferred ownership of more than a dozen properties in the heart of Veridian City to her name, and she needed to come in and sign the paperwork.
She suddenly remembered the changes Landon had made to the divorce agreement that day. Back then, she’d been so focused on getting everything finalized quickly, she hadn’t even read the revised terms carefully.
Was this what he’d changed?
As she was piecing it together, her phone chimed with a text alert from her bank.
The string of zeros in the notification almost made her lose count.
She read it over several times, her eyes widening, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Ten billion dollars—wired directly into her account. She was stunned.

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