Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 204

Chapter 204 A New Start

Olive’s POV,

Bernardo Colton once said that time is the best friend of truth. It’s a good confirmation of my doctoral career, and it also confirms my life experience.

Three years have passed since that ridiculous wedding.

Within three years, I completed my research, published my thesis on Nature, and got my diploma.

I graduated in five years. My mentor Dr. Julian said that I broke his laboratory’s “record of the earliest student to graduate”. I rolled my eyes at this. never thinking that he also knew this kind of silly joke that only circulated among students.

“Seriously, Olive, don’t you consider pursuing a post-doctoral degree? Or would you like to go to England? I have an old friend in Oxford who is very interested in your subject…”

“Well, thanks, Dr. Julian. But I’ve already signed the contract.”

“Lucky Germans!” Julian muttered dissatisfiedly but finally gave me a big hug, “Olive, you are a talented young woman. I don’t quite understand your decision, but I think maybe young people have their reasons. If one day you regret it, please remember that my laboratory will always welcome you back.”

“I was lucky to know you,” I hugged my mentor tightly.

At the beginning of my Ph.D. study, my biggest dream was to get this diploma. To be bolder, I even hoped I could stay for a post-doctoral degree. Now three years later, all these dreams had been over fulfilled. I even got lifetime offers from some schools. But life is like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates,

and you never know what the next one will taste like, just like I had never thought that I would choose to give up scientific research and go to work in a company.

It was a German pharmaceutical company. I didn’t even know German.

“Dr. Woods. Here!” After dozens of hours of flying, I landed at Munich Airport. People were talking in German that I couldn’t understand and the somewhat broken English sounded like heaven to me. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

A young girl with curly brown hair waved at me, and she was holding up a sign with my name in her other hand.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Woods. I’m Charlotte Charles, your research assistant. I got my master’s degree in neuroscience from the University of Munich. I must say that I read your published paper and it’s really impressive…”

“Thanks. Just call me Olive.”

I had to admit that I was a little flattered. Charlotte was so enthusiastic, which didn’t match my impression of Germans.

But technically speaking, I didn’t know many Germans except my classmate Nick’s ex-boyfriend, but he was a cheating scum and I thought scums had nothing to do with nationality…..

Charlotte, driving a spacious Mercedes, talked to me warmly along the way, “We have dozens of laboratories in Germany, and even more abroad. But the No. 3 laboratory you’re joining is the best in all aspects. It not only has the most adequate funding and the most cutting-edge research projects but also has a superior geographical location. We are only two hours away from Munich by car! God, you know, some laboratories are very dangerous, and the living supplies have to be dropped by helicopters…..

“In comparison, we are really lucky. After work, we can go to Munich to dance. You know, our nightclub culture is famous around the world. If you like, I can give you the phone numbers of some DJs. We can go through the back doors and sneak in without queuing. If you like football, we have the best football teams…”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are an American.” The curly-haired young girl looked at me nervously.

“It’s okay. I’m very interested in ‘football’, ‘football’ that is played with feet instead of hands.” I shrugged and accepted the nationality joke.

“Great. Maybe we can watch games together on weekends. All my family members are fans of Bayern.” The young girl seemed to be relieved. She stuck out her tongue, and said a little embarrassedly, “Sorry, have I been talking too much? Or do you need a break?”

“It’s okay. I’d love to hear more from you. I don’t know anything about this place. Before I came here, I was even afraid that I’d meet some German who doesn’t speak at all, you know…” I winked at this enthusiastic girl.

Charlotte was amused by me, “Oh, yeah, that’s typical German. You will meet many such ‘standard German’ in the laboratory.”

“Well, thank God my assistant is a ‘not so standard’ German.”

“Yes, my father is from California, and my mother is from Cuba. So I am not a standard German.” Charlotte smiled at me. Her olive skin and white teeth made her look very charming. “But don’t worry. I have lived in this country for almost thirty years, and I love the country very much. I think I can take care of you too.”

“I don’t doubt that at all. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m paid by the company. It’s part of my job to take care of you. If you quit because you miss the prosperity of Manhattan, FYI, it happened, and I’d lose my job.”

“Don’t worry, Ms., I won’t run away.”

“Oh, it’s such a relief.” Charlotte made an exaggerated movement, “No offense. Please forgive my curiosity as a ‘scientific researcher’. May I ask why you’ve chosen to come to BTR? Of course, BTR is one of the best pharmaceutical companies in German, but you are overqualified. Your paper is subversive, and it can win you a position in the laboratories of several top universities, so…”

Why BRT? Why leave America and go to a country you have never been to?

It was not the first time I had been asked these questions. Almost everyone had asked me these questions.

“Is it because of love?” The curly-haired girl asked cautiously, “Of course,if you’re offended, just forget I even asked.”