Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 90: Haven’t We Met Somewhere Before?

Alia Wright returned to the old town.

She lingered at Marsh Smith’s place for a long ti, but Marsh didn’t reveal who was behind the plot against her.

Alia didn’t want to wait any longer. Waiting like this seed pointless, anyhow, whoever wanted to harm her would eventually reveal themselves.

In this life, she’s not afraid of anything!

In the old town, Alia unexpectedly ran into Elijah Jefferson. He was squatting on the ground with a few engineers, discussing the design plans spread out on the bench in front of them.

His black work pants were stained with mud, adding a casual and carefree charm to his appearance.

Upon seeing Alia, Elijah greeted her, "Hey, little one, co over and take a look at our new plan for the old town."

The old town was full of puddles after the rain, and a careless step could splash mud onto her pants. Alia wasn’t overly particular and squatted down to join them.

Elijah, excited, said, "Originally, when this area was planned, it was marked as a key developnt zone because this part of the old town backs onto the coast. As for transportation, I plan to build a business district here. By then, the old town will be bustling."

Alia nodded with a smile.

Alia and Elijah chatted for a while; the wind was chilly at their location, making her cough a few tis.

Elijah looked at Alia’s pale face, paused the conversation, took off his jacket, and handed it to Alia, "Why is your body so weak, little one? Every ti I see you, you look sickly."

Alia didn’t take the jacket and shook her head, saying, "No, thank you. It’s probably just the wind today; I’ll head back."

Alia got up to leave. Elijah looked at the jacket that he couldn’t give away, slightly startled—this little one sure was cautious.

He then rembered that Alia was divorced and might not be in a good mood.

Clearly, at the auction, that Young Master Shaw was so jealous and caring. How could he bear to leave this sickly little one just a few days later?

Elijah was a bit curious but didn’t dwell on it. He casually slung the jacket back over his shoulder and continued discussing the plans.

Hailey Smith, spying from a distance, thought this undercover work was really tough.

First, the Young Madam went on a date with Marsh Smith, and the next mont she was chatting with a wild man.

The most important thing was that, while squatting by the mud puddle, she looked obviously happier than when shopping with Marsh, smiling without care even though her skirt hem was stained with mud.

Hailey took out a small notebook and listed Elijah as a key monitoring target.

Handso, rich like her own family’s young master, and most importantly, the Young Madam didn’t dislike him!

Hailey pondered a bit and decided to inform the young master, to avoid being blad later for any mishaps.

The entire Imperial Garden was tense, not daring to look at the terrifying cold aura suddenly emanated from their young master.

Basil Smith wished he could crush Hailey, that scoundrel!

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The next day, Alia returned to school.

Actually, whether or not she returned to school wasn’t a big issue.

At Elegant Art Academy, a credit system was in place. By her junior year, Alia had completed most of her credits, as long as she didn’t fail her exams.

The main reason for her return this ti was the start of the initial round of the national painting exhibition.

The initial round was the on-campus selection at each art academy.

When Alia returned, it was already the last batch.

After submitting her registration materials, she was directly placed in the studio.

In addition to the participants, there were several teachers who occasionally walked around observing.

Hardly anyone at Elegant Art noticed Alia’s return, otherwise, with the painting she submitted in the last minor exam, nurous teachers would have been curious to co and see.

At that mont, the principal of Elegant Art Academy was accompanying a young man.

The principal, with a respectful attitude, said, "Officer, is there sothing you need at Elegant Art?"

"No need to call officer."

"Okay... okay, Mr.... Mr. Allen."

"No need to be nervous, Principal, just call Edward Allen." Edward Allen looked around the school’s environnt and said, "I just ca to have a look. I heard Elegant Art is the best art academy in Riverwood, should be quite good in painting and calligraphy."

The principal, realizing that Edward Allen spoke kindly and wasn’t looking for trouble, felt slightly relaxed, "It’s an honor from industry folks. The students are quite promising. Oh, the last batch of students for the national painting exhibition is having their initial round today. Would you like to have a look, Mr. Allen?"

"Sure, let’s take a look."

The principal didn’t expect him to agree readily and was montarily stunned, then hurriedly led the way.

The participating students were quietly painting, accustod to the teachers’ movents. Thus, when the principal and Edward Allen entered, nobody noticed them.

Edward Allen wasn’t interested in painting but looked on attentively.

It all stemd from his sister’s photos.

The indifferent opponent concealed it well, and even after using connections for an investigation, he could only find out she was in Riverwood City.

But in two photos, his sister was painting with paint, indicating she likely loved painting.

Edward Allen thought, maybe she would join one of these art academies as she grew up, which brought him to Elegant Art Academy, the best in Riverwood City, with that thought in mind.

He knew searching blindly like this was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Yet, despite knowing the odds were almost zero, he couldn’t help but try his luck.

Like in the past years, any slightest hint or news was taken extrely seriously by them.

Could there be one among these vibrant students that was his sister?

Edward Allen stopped beside a student, gazing at the pine painting before him.

Pines growing on rocks were supposed to symbolize fierceness and vitality.

However, although Edward Allen didn’t understand the painting, he seed to see a struggle within it.

The pines trapped by rocks were painfully struggling within those cracks.

He couldn’t help giving the student a second glance; it was a pretty and sowhat familiar-looking girl.

Alia sensed the gaze beside her and turned to look.

Instantly, the paintbrush in her hand fell to the ground.

She swiftly stood up from her chair, accidentally knocking over the paint in her panic, rendering the good pine painting a complete ss.

The commotion was so loud that it startled the surrounding students.

Ever since her rebirth, except for the ti when Godfery Shaw got injured in the racing event, Alia hadn’t lost her composure like this.

Her brother!

Why was her brother suddenly by her side?

In her past life, it wasn’t until two years later that the Wright family contacted her, and only then did the family co to Riverwood City.

In this lifeti, she had already planned everything; within the next two years, she would resolve the Wright family issues, ensuring they never had a chance to deceive her loved ones again.

But never did she expect her brother would suddenly appear like this.

Did he recognize her?

Why was he standing next to her?

Alia’s mind was in chaos at that mont, unable to process anything.

Beside her, Edward Allen apologized, "I’m sorry, did I startle you?"

Alia shook her head blankly.

Edward Allen saw the girl staring at him dumbfoundedly, as if she recognized him.

Although he hadn’t seen this girl before, she did look sowhat familiar to him.

Driven by impulse, Edward Allen asked, "Have we t sowhere before?"