My Roommate Stole My Past-Life Hack—I’ll Just Smile at Her Regret Chapter 10

My Roommate Stole My Past-Life Hack—I’ll Just Smile at Her Regret Chapter 10

As more and more participants were eliminated, the field was eventually narrowed down to just two people.

On the giant screen, one side read Jasmine Cole.

The other read Quinn Mercer.

Under the countdown echoing through the venue, the professor announced the final result.

“Quinn Mercer.”

Her score was miles ahead.

She was a real genius.

In my last life, I had scored only two points lower than she did, and the professor had made an exception and accepted both of us.

We studied under the same mentor, and after all the moments we spent working side by side, I could not help realizing one thing.

The gap between me and a true top-tier genius was not something I could close with double the time and hard work alone.

That was why, after graduation, I gave up on staying in research and chose to go into industry instead.

But Quinn’s life in my last life had not been easy either.

She had proposed a bold research direction and spent years fighting

for it.

Without research results to back her project, almost no one was willing to invest in it.

With no real financial support, she stumbled forward the whole way, pouring everything she had into it.

It was a long, dark road, and even she could not see any light ahead.

Still, she gave up everything else and kept moving forward without hesitation.

By then, I had already graduated and started working at a company. Every now and then, she would call me to talk through her latest progress and where she planned to take the project next.

She used to sell me this grand dream that once the research was done, we would go out on our own and build a company that would shock the world.

And I used to joke back that once I became a CTO, I would definitely convince my shareholders to invest in her project.

Later, I really did become a CTO, and she really did produce the final breakthrough.

The moment her technology was made public, it captured the world’s attention.

But she was already gone.

When the first signs of cancer appeared, she was still throwing

herself at the last major obstacle in her research.

She worked herself so hard that she ignored the pain in her body completely and missed the best possible window for treatment.

In the end, she finished typing the final lines of her paper from a hospital bed.

In the acknowledgments, she wrote, “Thank you to my best friend, Natalie Reed, for believing in me and encouraging me all this time. I’m sorry. I won’t be able to keep my promise.”

In this life, the only reason I started a business was to fully support her and help her finish her dream.

I refused to let that kind of regret happen again.