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Chapter 56: True Nature

Milo instructed Wendy to establish a new company that would handle his future operations in finance and capital management.

These tasks were enough to give Wendy another headache. Milo was someone who simply made decisions and delegated them, while Wendy had to consider all the complexities involved.

By the time Milo returned to 9406 Crest Drive, the sky had already turned pitch black.

The night unfolded like a vast gray net, quietly enveloping the earth.

The villa’s bright lights reflected off the pool, which rippled in fish-scale patterns under the breeze, one after another, mischievously twinkling.

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After dinner, Milo sprawled barefoot and lazily on the large, soft couch, casually flipping through a stack of documents. Monica Bellucci sat across from him, observing quietly.

Milo wasn’t entirely sure what Monica and Catherine Zeta-Jones had agreed upon.

After a wildly indulgent five-person rendezvous with them, he’d fled to San Francisco the next day and stayed there for nearly ten days, partly to avoid any potential fallout.

But upon his return from San Francisco, Milo discovered that Monica had moved into 9406 Crest Drive, living together with Zeta-Jones and the other two women.

According to Wendy's older sister, the housekeeper Mrs. Solly, the four women seemed to be getting along quite well.

At least while Milo was away, there were no fights.

This intrigued Milo.

He wasn’t convinced it was because of his so-called charm that four women had willingly and harmoniously agreed to share him.

Women being prone to jealousy and drama was as natural as men desiring to claim more women to spread their genes as widely as possible.

Both were instincts ingrained in their biology.

The former ensured that a woman’s offspring would grow up in the best material conditions, while the latter ensured the broad dissemination of a man’s genetic legacy.

But now, these four women were living under the same roof and sharing the same partner without a single argument. Milo found it hard to believe that this was due to his magnetic allure.

He wasn’t some humanoid incubus with supernatural powers to make women utterly devoted to him after one night.

The fact that they were still getting along and willing to stay was, in Milo’s view, purely a matter of interest.

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Firstly, all four women were Hollywood actresses, and ones who, in another timeline, would later become Hollywood icons in their own right.

This meant that they were rational enough not to lose themselves over trivial matters.

Only rational and composed individuals could make it far in a place as competitive as Hollywood.

Secondly, none of them had achieved stardom yet.

The most famous of them was Angelina Jolie, who at this point was merely a third-tier arthouse actress.

Then came Catherine Zeta-Jones, who had just starred in two movies as a lead actress, though neither had been released yet. She was barely a fourth-tier celebrity.

As for Cate Blanchett and Monica Bellucci, both were still virtually unknown.

In other words, they were small players. Without Milo, their living conditions wouldn’t have gone beyond modest apartments in South Hollywood.

Certainly not the current luxury of residing atop Beverly Hills, overlooking Hollywood and Los Angeles from a prime vantage point.

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As for feelings? It wasn’t completely absent.

Handsome men and beautiful women—Milo was both charismatic and physically strong. After his rebirth, he could even handle all four women in one night without issue.

Physical intimacy often leads to emotional bonds, but only in one-on-one situations.

Now, however, Milo was juggling one man to four women. While there might be some emotional connection, it was likely very shallow.

Fortunately, Milo didn’t mind, and he doubted the women did either.

For him, this arrangement was ideal—everything boiled down to interest and practicality.

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“Monica, you’ve done an excellent job. The way you’ve organized these documents makes them much easier to read,” Milo said with a smile, setting down a few papers he’d approved.

Monica returned his smile with one of warmth and grace, her appearance perfectly blending Eastern and Western aesthetics. Her elegance tempted Milo to take her on the couch right then and there.

After all, his ten days in San Francisco had been intense, packed with business and constrained by his grandfather’s peculiar rule that forbade bringing any women along.

For ten days, Milo had lived like a monk.

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If not for Monica mentioning that she’d recently joined Paladin Film Company as a trainee assistant, bringing back some unresolved company documents for him to review, the two might already have been engaged in less professional activities.

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“The promotional campaign for Angels & Demons is in its final stages. Disney suggests that you participate in some media interviews, ideally on a talk show,” Monica began, her voice calm and intellectual.

“But since we weren’t sure of your preferences, the company hasn’t responded yet. Everything else is proceeding smoothly. Milo, do you think you should accept Disney’s invitation?”

Milo pondered for a moment. He understood Disney’s intentions.

Before the production of Angels & Demons, Disney hadn’t had high hopes for it. However, due to family ties and his father’s influence, they reluctantly invested $10 million.

Yet, most of that investment had been offset by production costs, marketing expenses, and other loopholes. Milo hadn’t seen a dime of it.

Disney wasn’t about to let him profit off them, but they wouldn’t dare blatantly exploit him either.

However, their attitude had shifted significantly.

Initially, it was because of the media frenzy surrounding Milo’s best-selling novel, which had turned him into a minor celebrity.

Later, after seeing the final cut of Angels & Demons, Disney had upgraded its promotional efforts from a B-grade campaign to an A-grade one.

For Disney, an A-grade campaign involved significant resources, with marketing budgets often reaching a third or even half of the production cost.

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“Disney wants me to do interviews? Oh, since they own ABC, I suppose they mean ABC’s talk shows?” Milo mused aloud. “Apologies, I rarely watch TV. Who’s hosting ABC’s most popular show these days?”

Monica hesitated for a moment, slightly exasperated.

Milo, an American, was asking her, an Italian, about talk shows—a staple of American entertainment.

“Disney wants you to appear on The Tonight Show on ABC. It’s currently hosted by Jay Leno,” Monica explained.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 57: Letting Monica Be the Secretary

After a hectic stint in San Francisco, Milo returned to Los Angeles intending to rest for a few days.

Following the frenzy, he didn’t even feel like visiting the set of Shakespeare in Love.

Once the movie was finished, Milo planned to credit the cinematographer and assistant director Wally as the director. He figured being the producer was enough for him.

This would also be the approach for future projects.

Milo had too much on his plate to dedicate so much time to directing.

He wasn’t formally trained in directing and lacked a natural talent for it. His ability to direct was half due to replicating scenes from his memory and half due to relying on talented assistant directors.

This kind of directing was exhausting for him and for the cast and crew.

There was no need to continue.

After all, shaking up Hollywood didn’t require being a director. Being a producer or running a film company could be just as thrilling.

Besides, in Hollywood, producers wielded more power.

The U.S. film industry operated under the producer-centric model, giving producers core decision-making authority, from selecting projects to overseeing post-production.

Even heavyweights like Spielberg had to defer to assertive producers at times.

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#### Beverly Hills

The next morning, after another lively evening spent with five companions, Zeta-Jones, Blanchett, and Jolie headed off to work.

Zeta-Jones was the lead actress in Shakespeare in Love, and Jolie and Blanchett also had roles in the film. They were needed on set.

Monica wasn’t busy. She lounged on the living room sofa in loose cotton loungewear, barefoot, her pale toes with red nail polish occasionally flexing. She held a bowl of fruit salad, eating as she watched Friends on TV.

This sitcom, which premiered last September, had become an instant hit.

Even if Milo had wanted to “create” it himself, he wouldn’t have been able to.

As Monica laughed at the light-hearted Friends storyline, she glanced over at Milo, seated on a separate chair. His legs were stretched out on the coffee table, and he was typing intently on a laptop perched on his lap.

It was an IBM ThinkPad, the slimmest laptop available at the time, though still bulky by future standards. About the size of half a briefcase and weighing under 10 kilograms, it was manageable to use on one’s lap without too much strain.

Monica couldn’t help but admire Milo as he worked.

Focused and composed men were undeniably attractive, especially tall, handsome ones with mysterious backgrounds.

Of course, aside from his almost inhuman stamina…

Why did it always end up with them losing, even when it was four against one?

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“Darling, could you hand me a strawberry?”

Milo closed his laptop after finishing the last section of his novel, placing it aside. He turned to Monica with a smile.

Monica picked up a bright red strawberry with a toothpick and leaned forward, offering it to Milo’s mouth.

“Oh, by the way, darling, the company sent over an invitation from the Oscars committee. Are you planning to attend?”

“No. I don’t have any work being nominated. Why go just to be a spectator? I’d rather stay home and watch TV with you all.”

“Hmm, okay.” Monica seemed slightly disappointed.

The Oscars weren’t just Hollywood’s pinnacle event; decades of growth had made it the entertainment industry’s most prestigious global celebration.

For anyone in showbiz, the Oscars were irresistible.

But Milo’s indifference reminded Monica of his unique position in the industry.

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“If you want to go, I can send you all instead. The invitation is there; it’d be a waste not to use it,” Milo offered with a grin.

“But it’s not a personal invitation. You’d have to squeeze into the regular entrance with a bunch of extras and staff. Without me, you probably wouldn’t even get to walk the red carpet.”

Monica was visibly tempted, but after some thought, she shook her head. “If you’re not going, then neither are we.”

She knew well that without Milo, they’d be treated like nobodies—scrambling for attention, only to leave empty-handed.

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“By the way,” Milo said suddenly, “you’re really good with administrative tasks. The documents you organized last night were so clear.”

Monica blushed. “It’s just basic work. I didn’t even finish college, but I did take a semester.”

“How about becoming my assistant?” Milo suggested.

“Assistant? You mean secretary?”

“Yeah. My current assistant, Wendy, has too much on her plate. I need someone to handle day-to-day tasks. You’d mostly deal with minor stuff; the specialized work would go to professionals.”

Monica hesitated. “I’ve never done anything like that. And my legal knowledge is still rusty—I’m just starting to study again.”

“Don’t rush your decision,” Milo reassured her. “I’m heading back home on the 24th and should return on the 26th or 27th. Let me know what you think by then.”

*(End of Chapter)*

Chapter 58: Investment Company

*December 23, 1995.*

The Christmas spirit was growing stronger across the United States.

Milo’s mother, Robin, had been calling frequently since the day before, urging him to come home.

Last Christmas, Milo didn’t go back, but at least Paladin was still around at the time.

This year, Milo knew that if he didn’t return, his mother would be heartbroken—and possibly storm over to get him herself.

Determined to finish his work quickly, he planned to wrap up his affairs here and return to Plymouth.

Los Angeles, Financial District

This district, located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, was bounded by the Los Angeles River to the east, 3rd Street to the south, Broadway Avenue to the west, and 2nd Street to the north. Covering about 500 acres, it was the city’s bustling commercial hub.

The Financial District marked the intersection of L.A.’s municipal and business centers. Its excellent infrastructure and convenient transportation made it an ideal location for financial institutions.

Yet, ironically, while the area thrived during the day with well-dressed financial elites and the upper class, nightfall brought a stark contrast.

As darkness descended, the “urban explorers” of the City of Angels would occupy the district. Drawn by its clean and beautiful buildings, many chose to spend the night here. Of course, at dawn, the LAPD would show up to clear them out—ensuring the financial elites could seamlessly return to their offices.

*Rich by day, poor by night.*

A true hallmark of Los Angeles and a quintessential American paradox.

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Milo was currently in the Financial District, sitting in the office of Paladin Investment Company.

The company had just opened its doors today. For now, its roster included seven and a half employees:

- One general manager,

- Three traders,

- Two analysts,

- One accountant, and

- The “half” employee: a senior partner from the prestigious Myles Law Firm who served as the company’s legal advisor. Though not required to come to the office regularly, this partner would handle Paladin’s legal affairs as needed.

At its inception, the company was still a blank slate, unable to support a dedicated in-house legal team. For now, outsourcing to a high-level law firm sufficed.

Paladin’s quick setup was a testament to Wendy’s efficiency—or perhaps the resources of the Blackburn family. Milo’s recent spree of stock acquisitions also played a part. Wendy had assembled a basic structure by consolidating the team hired for earlier acquisitions.

For example, Neilson, the general manager, had been a banking investment advisor when Milo acquired Yahoo stock. Previously employed by Bank of America, Wendy had recruited him to lead Paladin.

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*Inside Paladin Investment Company*

Milo was currently listening to Neilson’s detailed briefing in the office.

Worried his young billionaire boss might not fully grasp the complexities of finance, Neilson had brought a mobile whiteboard, using charts and graphs to explain market trends and basic financial concepts in simple terms.

As someone frequently hailed in the media as a “prodigy,” Milo absorbed the information like a sponge. Despite his photographic memory, Neilson’s deliberate simplifications and clear explanations were a tremendous help.

It was an uncommon luxury—most Wall Street professionals would never bother educating a novice like this. More often, they’d simply say: “Just hand me the check, sir, and sign when necessary.”  

After two hours of explanation, Milo had graduated from being a financial illiterate.

In his past life, he’d dabbled in stock market but had been little more than a hapless retail investor. Under Neilson’s guidance, he now gained a clear understanding of the U.S. stock market.

For the past year, the Federal Reserve had maintained a loose monetary policy to curb inflation, fueling a bullish run in the U.S. stock market. Neilson projected that the Dow Jones Industrial Average might break 6,000 next year, up from its current level of around 4,500.

Milo also learned that General Electric still held the highest market capitalization, though internet stocks, like the recently IPO’d Netscape, were all the rage. Netscape had surpassed a $2.8 billion market cap in just one minute of trading—an achievement that had taken GE decades.

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*Milo’s Investment Decision*

“Neilson,” Milo asked, “I only have $5 million available right now. Where do you think I should invest it?”

“You’ve already been doing it, boss, and better than most: the internet. That’s where all the heat is!”

Milo nodded at Neilson’s suggestion but was eager to explore other options. Internet investments wouldn’t yield returns until mid-next year unless the stocks were used as collateral for loans. He decided to diversify despite Neilson’s cautious advice.

“I understand the internet is the best investment for now and the next five years,” Milo said. “But I already hold some of Silicon Valley’s best assets. I want to explore other fields with this $5 million.”

After some thought, Neilson responded confidently: “Oil futures could be a good bet. I heard rumors back at Bank of America that Venezuela has been ramping up oil field equipment this year. If true, their production next year will increase significantly, which could drive oil prices down.”

Milo appeared lost in thought, his expression blank. But this was the look he had whenever inspiration struck—similar to when he crafted novels or screenplays.

After a few minutes, Milo smiled. “Then let’s short oil, Neilson. I trust you!”

(End of Chapter)

*Chapter 59: Returning Home on a Snowy Night*

In the office of the investment company, Milo spent the entire afternoon immersed in learning and studying from a hefty foundational finance textbook.

Though it was a bit tedious, he earnestly memorized its contents, delving deeply into the cases mentioned. He didn’t aim to become a financial expert; his purpose wasn’t to personally make waves in the financial markets.

As the boss, his job was to have his subordinates make money for him.

Still, he didn’t want to be entirely clueless and solely reliant on others.

After all, in this money-driven world, trust in human nature could be unreliable.

On Wall Street, scams unfolded daily, and Milo couldn't guarantee his subordinates wouldn’t deceive him just because of his naivety.

When the workday ended, Milo finally took a break from studying, finding it a bit dull. Fortunately, his post-rebirth memory had become photographic.

By first memorizing the book's contents and later reviewing the cases in detail, he found things much easier.

At 4 PM, Milo made a quick stop at 9406 Crest Avenue.

After bidding farewell to Monica and the others, he boarded an evening flight to Massachusetts.

With a nearly three-hour time difference between Los Angeles and Boston and a flight duration of about seven hours, Milo chose Delta Airlines' Boeing 747 first-class.

He had considered getting his own private jet but couldn’t afford one suitable for cross-country flights just yet.

Perhaps after selling some internet stocks next year, he could buy a Gulfstream jet for now.

The plane landed at General Edward Lawrence Logan International Airport in Boston, the largest airport in the area, despite Boston having many others.

Milo and his team, including Wendy, donned heavy cold-weather gear in the plane before disembarking.

Los Angeles in late December might dip to 10°C at night, but daytime temperatures usually remained above 20°C, warm enough for short sleeves when the sun was out.

Boston, much farther north than New York, was significantly colder.

Wearing masks, sunglasses, gloves, and thick thermal pants, Milo initially felt a bit hot. However, upon stepping off the plane into the chilly airport air, he instinctively tightened his coat.

Baggage was quickly loaded onto a helicopter bearing the Massachusetts National Guard emblem. As the Black Hawk's massive rotors began to spin, the deafening roar filled the air.

During the 20-minute flight, Milo gazed out at the darkness. The thick night blanketed forests and fields, occasionally giving way to beautiful city lights.

Military aircraft weren’t as comfortable as private jets, and small gaps, though harmless, let in icy drafts that chilled to the bone.

Finally, around 10 PM Eastern Time, the helicopter arrived over Blackburn Manor in Plymouth County, Massachusetts.

It landed directly on the snow-dusted grounds, kicking up a thin veil of white snow in waves like ripples.

As the aircraft settled, the pilot signaled an "OK."

David and Kenny were the first to step out.

Once his security chiefs confirmed it was safe, Milo followed, flanked by his bodyguards, smiling as he approached his waiting family.

"Hey, Mom, I’m home!"

He embraced his mother, Robin, who had rushed over, greeting her warmly.

"Finally, you're back!" Robin replied, giving him a cheek kiss.

Next was his sister-in-law, Haley. It had been months since they last met, and she looked noticeably thinner.

However, bundled in winter clothes, her figure changes weren’t immediately apparent.

"Haley, you seem to have lost a lot of weight," Milo said during their cheek kiss.

"Getting ready to move to Washington," Haley explained. "Things are busy with the handover here."

Then came his father and grandfather.

As men, they skipped the cheek kisses. Milo exchanged hugs with his father, followed by his grandfather.

"It’s late; you should get some rest," Milo suggested to his grandfather.

"No worries. I still have an hour before my scheduled bedtime," the elder Blackburn replied.

The family chatted and laughed as they walked back into the warm Blackburn Castle, leaving the Black Hawk helicopter to take off in the background.

By coincidence, as the family settled into the living room, the wind outside picked up, and large snowflakes began to fall.

Had this weather arrived when Milo landed, a helicopter ride would’ve been impossible.

Outside, the bitter wind and heavy snow raged, but inside, the warmth of the lights and familial love enveloped them.

Robin looked at her son, whom she hadn’t seen in months, and nodded in satisfaction. She spoke first:

"You seem much more mature. Also, is it my imagination, or have you gotten taller?"

"Mom, you’re not mistaken," Milo said with a smile. "I have grown taller, though I think I’ve stopped now. Any more, and I’d be ready for basketball."

He laughed. "At my last physical, I measured 6 feet 7 inches tall."

The average American male height was around 5 feet 9 inches, with taller averages in New England’s white population at over 6 feet.

At 6’7” (201 cm), Milo towered 11 cm over his brother, Paladin, who stood 6’3” (190 cm).

It made actor Robert Downey Jr., officially listed at 5’9” (174 cm) but likely closer to 5’7” (170 cm), look like a schoolboy in comparison.

The family chatted happily for over half an hour before dispersing for bed as John's scheduled rest time approached.

Milo returned to his bedroom, which he hadn’t slept in much over the past year.

After a shower, he put on a casual outfit his mother had bought him and glanced around the room.

The walls were lined with glass display cases filled with pristine anime figures and superhero collectibles.

These items gave Milo a sense of warmth, a testament to the original Milo’s spoiled upbringing.

Most of these figures had been gifts from Paladin.

It was hard to imagine that a political prodigy who became a state attorney general at 30 had juggled campaigning, working, and dealing with rivals while still finding time to buy these “childish” things for his brother.

Even when Milo wasn’t home, Paladin made sure to add new models to the collection.

Looking around, Milo felt a pang of emotion, his eyes welling up.

Perhaps it was the original Milo’s feelings surfacing, or perhaps he was genuinely moved by this brotherly love.

Either way, he was now Milo Blackburn.

It was up to him to fulfill Paladin’s unfinished dreams.

(End of Chapter)  

*Chapter 60: Harvard University*

As Christmas approached, Milo had just one day left after spending a night at home.

It was Christmas Eve, and the festive atmosphere across the United States was in full swing.

Boston, one of the oldest cities in the country and the first to celebrate Christmas, was transformed into a sea of red—not because of any political takeover, but due to the abundance of holiday decorations.

Stores and shopping malls were draped in vibrant red ornaments, while people dressed as Santa Claus roamed the streets. Parents, accompanied by one or two children, or entire families, flocked to malls for holiday shopping.

This was Milo's first authentic Christmas experience.

Back in past, he had celebrated "foreign holidays" in passing, but they were never truly traditional. For many, it was an excuse for women to request gifts or for men to seize the opportunity to pursue them.

Sitting in the car, Milo watched the bustling scenes outside through the window.

Almost every storefront was adorned with wreaths, and the doors and windows were beautifully decorated. Larger stores featured elaborate Christmas window displays.

Honestly, the atmosphere reminded him past .

Cheerful, lively, and busy—everyone, whether adults or children, carried large bags and bright smiles as they walked down the streets.

Even though a blizzard had struck the previous night, leaving snow piled in the corners of the streets, it couldn’t dampen the joy of the public celebrating the festive season.

The desire for good days and better days ahead—it’s universal, no matter where you are.

Milo was traveling in a black Lincoln sedan.

Ahead and behind his car were three identical Lincoln sedans.

In one of these cars sat his father, Joseph Blackburn, in the back seat.

The father and son had left Plymouth earlier that morning.

Their convoy passed through downtown Boston, heading for Cambridge, located across the Charles River.

Cambridge's history dates back to 1630, when Puritan settlers established the town of Newtown here.

Nearly four centuries ago, the forerunner of Harvard University, the New College, the first institution of higher education in North America, was founded here.

Hoping to emulate the British university town of Cambridge, the settlers later renamed the town “Cambridge.”

Earlier that morning, Milo's grandfather, John, had made a significant announcement to the family.

He had decided to pass on his positions on Harvard University's Board of Overseers and Corporation to Joseph Blackburn.

This trip to Cambridge was to formalize that transition.

Joseph shared that over 30 years ago, when John had handed these roles to Milo's grandfather, Joseph had accompanied his father to Harvard.

It was a family tradition, a symbolic rite of passage.

Don’t underestimate the significance of being a member of the Harvard Corporation or Board of Overseers.

Particularly the latter—it’s the true governing body of Harvard University, akin to a corporate board of directors, with the university president serving as the CEO.

The role of an overseer is especially influential in Massachusetts and the greater Boston area.

Boston's universities, including Harvard, Yale, MIT, and Brown, have long ceased to be merely educational institutions.

Over centuries of development, they have become vital economic drivers for the region.

These universities are not only major employers but also magnets for high-tech industries, drawing them into the surrounding areas like black holes.

Take Boston, for example: it receives more funding annually from the National Institutes of Health than any other U.S. city.

Other key industries, such as finance and insurance, heavily rely on the technologies and talent fostered by these universities.

This explains why a single call from John compelled Bertrand Irwin of Harvard Press to personally approach Milo with an attractive offer to publish The Da Vinci Code.

Fortunately, The Da Vinci Code had become a massive success. In just four months, it had sold over 4 million copies, with international sales exceeding 2 million in just one month.

This not only preserved HUP's prestige but also brought it substantial profits, amplifying John's influence within the university.

After a long drive, the convoy finally arrived at Harvard's main campus before noon.

Harvard has multiple campuses, covering a total of 4,882 acres.

The main campus, spanning 224 acres, includes Harvard Yard, where the university's administrative headquarters and main library are located.

Milo and his father were heading to the administration building today.

While Milo had never been there before, his predecessor was quite familiar with it.

In his younger days, Milo had often visited with his grandfather, father, and older brother.

After an incident years ago, he had even been hastily admitted to Harvard, spending nearly a month here before being sent to Los Angeles.

As the convoy approached the administrative headquarters, Milo noticed a group of people waiting outside in the cold.

Contrary to popular belief, Americans aren’t immune to formalities.

When welcoming important guests, they still follow traditional protocols.

Milo immediately recognized one of the individuals waiting at the door—the 26th President of Harvard University, Neil Rudenstine, who had been in office since 1991.

In China, Rudenstine was better known by his Chinese name, Lu Dengting, due to his close connections with the country.

The convoy stopped in front of the group.

After the driver opened the door, Milo watched his father step out first.

Milo followed with a smile as Neil Rudenstine warmly greeted Joseph with a handshake and hug.

“Oh, dear Joseph, good afternoon!”

“Neil, my apologies for our delay. The heavy snow last night made the roads difficult to traverse.”

“No worries. In this dreadful weather, the roads are indeed treacherous.”

After a brief exchange, Rudenstine turned his attention to Milo.

“Ah, dear Milo, it’s wonderful to see you again!”

Milo shook hands with Rudenstine and replied with a smile, “Mr. Rudenstine, it’s a pleasure to see you too. I still remember the day you escorted me to my dorm.”

Six years ago, Milo had sought refuge at Harvard after causing trouble. At the time, it was Rudenstine, then the university’s vice president and head of the main campus, who had facilitated his admission.

“Ha! I’m glad you remember that!” Rudenstine laughed heartily.

“I’ve always said, dear Milo, you are a true Harvard man! And this year, you’ve proven it. Come now, Milo and Joseph, let’s head inside. This dreadful weather is far too cold to linger outside!”

(End of Chapter)