Revenge is best served cold

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Chapter 1869 Sandy had already made up her mind: if she never stumbled upon the right person in her lifetime, she wasn't going to bother with marriage. To her, tying the knot or not was pretty much the sthing. In fact, being single seemed to offer a more laid-back and enjoyable life. Especially once she started working, she realized that romance was just a way to pass the time. Until she met someone she truly loved, she had no plans to settle for anything less. And she certainly wasn't going to marry just for the sake of it. The conditions she laid out for Kiran were purposely set to make things tricky for him. Finding someone like Colby or Adler in all of Devonport? Now, that would be a tough task.

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"If you don't get married, that's fine. I can take care of you for life," her brother chimed in.

"Yeah," Sandy replied with a playful grin. "Living with you forever sounds just fine. Isn't dating just about two people living together anyway? So, not dating isn't really a big deal." "You're talking nonsense again," Kiran chuckled softly.

Sandy's eyes drifted over to a peculiar bottle on the desk. Curious, she asked, "Hey, what's this, bro?" The potion was in a glass bottle, casting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight, almost like something out of a dream. Why on earth would Kiran have something so odd on his desk? Kiran glanced at it and shrugged, "Just strivial stuff, nothing to worry about." With that, he tucked it away. Sandy noticed but didn't press further, figuring it was her brother's business.

"Well, I'm off to prep for tomorrow's lessons." "Go on then." "Okay!" Sandy left the study with a spring in her step.

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Kiran watched her go, a smile on his face. She was all grown up but still had that childlike spirit. But isn't that exactly what he had always hoped for? Kiran got up and moved to the window. It had been twenty years since that showdown with Joseph when he first entered that dream. The dream was so vivid, it felt like it had truly happened. Everything rewound to twenty years ago, during that battle with Joseph.

"James! Don't touch that gem!"

"Givethe gem!" Kiran clutched the gem tightly, and in an instant, he felt his soul detach from his body, like he'd been whisked away to another world-a world he had never experienced but felt so familiar with.

"Sir, next up is the economics session, and from two to four, the political science instructor will be here, so we might be a bit tight on time..." the secretary was droning on about the afternoon schedule.

Kiran took a glance at his watch, suddenly hit by how monotonous his life seemed, Day in and day out of endless studying didn't seem to offer much excitement. "Alright, got it," Kiran replied, leaning lazily against the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the unusually pleasant sunlight streaming in.

"Kiran, where's the baby's bottle?" His mother cdown the stairs, cradling his baby sister, snapping him out of his thoughts.

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