Hidden Billionaire Behind His Lab
Language: en
I watched Victor set down his soup bowl, his lip curling into a sneer of pure, unadulterated condescension. He told his mother to stop praising me. In his world, a woman’s value was measured solely by her ability to produce an heir and keep a house. He mocked me, suggesting I’d probably forgotten what it felt like to use my brain for anything more complex than a grocery list. What he didn't know was that my five-year hiatus from academia wasn't a lapse into domestic lethargy. The scientific empire I had quietly built behind the scenes was a height he wouldn't reach in three lifetimes.…