The next day at Vanguard High School, Charlotte strolled in wearing her usual baggy uniform, backpack thrown over one shoulder. She scrolled through her phone, barely looking up as she walked.
Family Group Chat
Jackson: Charlotte, the H3N1 research failed again at phase two.
H3N1 was a treatment meant for kids with brain injuries. Children are fragile. Growing up, it’s easy for them to get hurt. When their brains take a hit, things can get serious fast, even deadly. Besides the risk of brain injuries during childbirth, nearly 47,000 children die each year from falls. Hundreds of thousands more end up hurt. So many families break apart after losing a child.
That’s why H3N1 research mattered so much. But it was tough, expensive, and every time, the project crashed in phase two.
Nine: Send me the report tonight. We’ll try a new formula.
Adonis: Charlotte, we’re running out of money.
Charlotte frowned a little. This whole thing was burning through cash. Ever since she started investing in the research institute, she’d poured in billions.
Nine: If any work comes up, take it.
Was it really this bad now? Taking on random jobs just to keep things going? Adonis felt bad for her. He hesitated, then quietly typed a new message.
Adonis: Charlotte, I have an idea. Want to hear it?
Jackson said nothing. He already knew Adonis was about to say something ridiculous.
Adonis: Isn’t Anthony the richest guy in Astoria? Marry him. Then, you know, find a way to get rid of him… and you’ll inherit everything.
[Adonis has been removed from the group]
Jackson just shook his head. Adonis was hopeless.
Jackson: Charlotte, I’ll start screening the clients.
In the medical world, Charlotte had another name—Asclepius. People lined up for miles hoping she’d treat them. But there were always those who wanted to use her, force her into their schemes, or expose her identity for their own gain. That’s why the N Organization checked and double-checked every case, making sure it was safe before letting Charlotte help.
Nine: Got it.
Charlotte sent one last message before locking her phone. Let’s put the sleep medication research on hold. I don’t need it right now.
Jackson paused. She didn’t need it? For years, Charlotte had been unstoppable, even without sleep meds. Did she come up with a new way to rest?
She closed the chat, tossed her phone into her bag, and headed toward Class C. As she walked, students automatically moved out of her way. Some stared at her, following just a few steps behind. Computer genius. Academic star. Echo. In all the years Vanguard High had been around, there’d never been anyone like Charlotte.
She barely made it a few steps before a group of girls blocked her path. They held something tight to their chests and stared up at her, nervous.
Charlotte paused, raising her eyebrows and giving them a cool look.

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