The Return Of the Invincible Heiress
Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198

Avery quickly found out that when Brandon was studying in Aeloria, his professor was Dr. Rhett Simpson. Dr. Simpson was 58 years old and had been divorced three times. He was an authoritative figure and expert in the artificial intelligence sector, passionate about recruiting geniuses from poor and humble backgrounds. Everyone in the industry praised him as a good judge of talent.

Avery finally figured out why he liked to recruit students with no money, power, or background: such students were easy to exploit, manipulate, and bully. Now, it was time for his karma to bite—and Avery was there to make sure karma did its job.

After returning home, Avery took a good afternoon nap. Then, she got up for dinner, took a shower, and drank some coffee before closing the door and turning off her phone. She sat in front of her computer and started writing a thesis. She wrote through the night and didn’t go to bed until four in the morning.

When she woke up in the afternoon, she ate her fill and took another hot bath. She then sat at her desk and reviewed the thesis she’d written the night before.

"Not too bad." Avery nodded with satisfaction. "It’s been a long time since I’ve written such a high-quality paper."

She sent the thesis to a few friends—experts living overseas—via email. As far as she knew, one was on vacation, one was recuperating, and the other was in seclusion for research. They probably wouldn’t check their private emails anytime soon. On another note, she wasn’t going to tell them she’d sent a paper.

Subsequently, she split the 10,000-word paper into three, each consisting of thousands of words. The focus of each was different, but all three covered closely related topics.

Avery first used her email to send one of the shorter papers to Dr. Simpson. After a good night’s sleep, she passed the second paper to her subordinates in Uroterin and asked them to email it to Dr. Simpson. Another day later, she sent the third paper to her subordinates in Arloria, instructing them to do the same.

That was how Dr. Simpson would receive three papers on the same subject—at different times, from different countries, and from different senders.

’Would he consolidate the three papers into one, take them for himself, and publish them publicly?’

Avery thought for a second. She bet he would.

Lazily stretching her back, she yawned, picked up her bag, and walked out of the villa to enjoy a big meal at a restaurant. Christmas was just a few days away, and the restaurant would close for the holidays starting the next day, reopening on December 28th. Those free at home had all gone to help out, and Avery wanted to join in the fun.

Brandon wasn’t at the restaurant but at a café. He sat at the bar counter, eyeing a noble-looking young gentleman with slicked-back hair and an unbuttoned suit jacket.

Brandon gazed at him sharply and spoke calmly, "So, you’re Mr. Tommy Giggs?"

Tommy was a famous young investor in the country, especially known for seeking out investees rather than funding those who came to him. Until now, he had suffered only minor losses, reaping huge profits instead.

Tommy sat on a high stool, legs crossed elegantly, twirling his wine glass with a wily smile. "You bet I am. Take a seat and order whatever you’d like."

Brandon retrieved a bottle of stout from the freezer under the bar and opened it. "Mr. Giggs, since you called me to discuss collaboration, you must know I just graduated and have nothing to offer. What do you see in me that makes you want to invest?"

An hour earlier, Brandon had received a call from someone claiming to be Tommy Giggs, offering investment. He’d come to the café cautiously, planning to observe first. To his surprise, it really was Tommy.

Tommy sipped his brandy, then slid an acquisition agreement across the table. "Last week, I acquired a failing tech company that develops smart tutoring machines. It lacks competitiveness but has a team of professionals and over ten patents. What I love most is their product design—their robots look like adorable children and animals, the best in the country aesthetically."

He shrugged theatrically. "I like beautiful things, even robots. Every time I see ugly ones, I wonder why they can’t look human. I bought this company purely because their designs appeal to me."

Brandon remained silent, analyzing Tommy’s motives.

Tommy continued, "I need a professional to revive this company, expand it, and turn it profitable. I believe you’re the one."

Brandon shook his head. "If I manage it, I’d be working for you. But I want to work for myself—to prioritize my own vision, not be controlled."

"I’m not interested in being a boss," Tommy replied. "I’m a shareholder who counts profits. Otherwise, I’d have taken over my family business long ago. I want to hand the company to you—I’ll invest, and you run it. Do whatever you want, as long as it makes money."

He paused. "You’d be a technical investor with 50% of the shares."

Brandon grinned, surprised. ’This offer seems too good. Is he really giving me half his company?’

Tempted but cautious, Brandon eyed the agreement. "You spent $6 million to buy it. How much more will you invest?"

"As much as needed—tens or hundreds of millions," Tommy said casually.

The more generous Tommy seemed, the more suspicious Brandon grew. "You don’t know me. I’ve never successfully run a business. Why trust me?"

"I know more than you think," Tommy said cryptically. "People like me have our own networks and judgment criteria. If I say you can do it, that’s reason enough."

Brandon sipped his stout, then asked abruptly, "Did someone ask you to help me?"

Tommy smiled. "Is that important?" His gaze deepened. "If I don’t answer, will you walk away?"

If Brandon fixated on this, Tommy would deem him unworthy and leave first.

Brandon shook his head. "Not crucial, but I’d like to know."

’The Carter family’s luck keeps growing’, he mused. ’First a $200K job offer, now a $10M investment. If I refuse, what’s next—winning a $100M lottery?’