Chapter 163 Julian glanced at the silver gleam of his watch . " They're still finalizing the paperwork . By the time you finish . breakfast , you can take her home . " " Today ? I can bring her home today ? " Sydney's eyes lit up , erasing the shadow of last night's despair . She had expected Julian to handle it eventually , but not this quickly . He pulled out a chair , set a bowl of soup in front of her , and tapped the table lightly . " Eat first . " His tone offered neither denial nor confirmation . " Alright . " She sat beside him , spoon in hand .
The soup was warm , while the omelet was soft and rich with cheese . Eight years apart , under different roofs , had changed them both . Julian cooking breakfast ? She never would have imagined it . After eating , Sydney headed straight to the police station to bring Tiffany home . Julian had already arranged everything . By the time Sydney arrived , Sterling Corp.'s chief attorney had just completed the formalities . Within minutes , the police released her . When Tiffany emerged , she looked unusually disheveled .
Since starting work , she had always been immaculate , every inch the poised lawyer . Now her makeup was streaked , and her glossy waves tangled . Sydney's eyes blurred red . She rushed forward , hugging her tightly and murmuring , " Tiff ! I'm sorry , I'm so sorry . " " Hey , what are you doing ? I'm fine . " Tiffany eased her away and laced their hands together with a grin . " Let's go home . God , I need a shower . " The more Tiffany brushed it off , the heavier Sydney's guilt grew . On the drive back , Tiffany noticed immediately .
" If you feel that guilty , why don't you transfer me 100,000 or 200,000 dollars ? " " Alright . " At the next red light , Sydney reached for her phone , ready to make the transfer . Tiffany laughed and snatched it away . " Babe , remember the first time we met ? " Sydney blinked and eased the accelerator as the light turned green . " I do . " " Then if we're keeping score , shouldn't I be the one transferring you 200,000 or 300,000 dollars ? " That memory had never left her . Time had only sharpened it . Back then ...
Tiffany had grown up in Jouleston , in a cramped 320 - square - foot house on the outskirts , four people waiting on 1/2 demolition money . She studied until dawn and burned herself out for scholarships to claw her way into Jouleston's elite high school , a place swarming with prodigies and the wealthy . She was pretty , well - developed , but embarrassingly poor . Her faded uniform smelled of detergent , her white canvas shoes had yellowed at the seams , and her bangs were unevenly cut by her own scissors .
The boys barely glanced at her , while the girls sharpened their tongues , mocking her relentlessly . The day she met Sydney , Tiffany was in the girls ' bathroom , cornered and hurling curses back at her tormentors . -spoiled rich girls . One grabbed the janitor's mop bucket , ready to dump filthy water on her . That's when Sydney stepped out of a locked stall and " accidentally " tripped the girl . The bucket tipped and soaked the ringleader . The group , furious , turned on both of them . It was not Tiffany's first beating , nor Sydney's .
But it was the first time someone was beaten with her . Sydney smirked faintly at the memory . They shared a quiet smile . " Fine . We'll call it even . " " I saw that lawyer earlier . He was from Sterling Corp. " Tiffany recognized most of the big names in the legal world . Her eyes narrowed . " You asked Julian for help ? " Sydney's grip tightened on the wheel , but she forced herself to nod . " Yeah . " " Why are you so nervous ? " Tiffany noticed the change immediately , suspicion edging her tone . " You didn't do anything weird for me , did you ? " " No !
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