Chapter 407: I'll Be Your Boyfriend Alice stood there, laughing wildly, not forgetting to remind her.
"Dad is givingtwenty percent of his shares, and you have to manage the Fair family. I just sit back and collect money. Can't you see, you're being used? It's sad, really. Twenty years of companionship, and still, it's no match for blood ties." "Selena, nobody cares about you, not even Raymond." Selena didn't respond to her, just drove off.
Looking at Alice's reflection in the rearview mirror, she knew at this moment Alice had truly won.
Alice was right about one thing; she had indeed been used.
But the gratitude she owed for being raised and the double grace of Barbara weighed on her, leaving her unable to retort.
While driving back to Rose Garden, she received a call from a courier company.
"Miss Fair, good morning. We have a gift for you from a few years ago, specifically instructed to be delivered today. May I have your current address, so we can send it over?" A gift? From several years ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe gave her current address and then returned to Rose Garden with Max.
Half an hour later, someone brought over a gift box.
After she signed for it, she closed the door.
The box was a wooden chest, somewhat aged.
Sdelivery services specialize in this sort of business, with wealthy people sending things to their future selves, akin to a tcapsule.
But Selena knew she had never commissioned such a service.
She glanced at the combination lock and reflexively entered her birthday, which to her surprise, unlocked it. Inside was a notebook, a letter, and a ring.
-Selena, if this reaches you, today should be your birthday. Happy Birthday. I promised I would spend every birthday with you, but I've ultimately broken that promise. Are you crying secretly by the lake again? You must have looked foron the campus of Harvard University, must have cursedas a liar. I promised you, once you got into Harvard, I'd be your boyfriend. But by now, I'm probably just dust, nourishing spatch of earth. Don't be sad for me; I've becevery drop of rain that's near you. Keep the ring, wear it without worries. It's not a matching set, just a birthday gift for you. You may be married by now. I hope you have a beautiful marriage and a husband who adores you. Selena, across six years of time, I don't know if you still remember me. I'm glad I never told you my real name; that way, you won't be saddened. To you, it's just a stranger who's disappeared. When Selena saw the handwriting, her fingertips trembled slightly, and the letter fell to the ground.
She picked it up again and read it word by word.
After finishing, she flipped through the notebook.
But the notebook was blank except for a small chip taped to the middle page, the size of a fingernail.
She didn't know what the chip was for, so she closed the notebook again.
Then she felt her cheeks were wet.
She would rather he had just left her behind than becdust as he said.
He was still so young.
Selena wiped away her tears, feeling overwhelmed by the sadness of the day, her heart feeling nearly crushed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe called the delivery service, wanting to know the identity of the person who sent the gift.
"Miss Fair, I'm sorry, but back then we were just a small agency. We never thought we'd actually haven clients sending things to the future. Our records aren't complete, and the gentleman left nothing but this small box." Selena hung up, unwilling to give up, so she drove straight to the agency. The manager took her to an archive room.
"This is where all the client records from that year are kept. We've already checked, and the gentleman really didn't leave any information." Selena searched the archive room herself for three hours, finding nothing, before leaving dejectedly.
Meanwhile, Paul looked at Raymond standing beside him. The two were at a research institute at Harvard University.
The room was piled with documents left by Raymond's brother.
Raymond's brother, Christopher Montague, was a genius of the Montague family, just like Raymond himself.
Not only did he have unparalleled talent in business, but Christopher Montague had even joined the institute at a young age, working with a group of experts by the age of fourteen.
"Raymond, these are all the drafts your brother left. I've had them all scanned. He was so young, if he had a girlfriend the probably couldn't help but Write her non his drafts. It's human nature. Once we've scanned all the documents in these rooms, maybe we'll have a clue to the girl's name."