The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

Weeks later, the exam results were coming out.

Dustin stayed up with me all night checking.

“Averie, how about your score?” Dustin said anxiously.

“Take it easy. I’m confident about it.”

I finally got a high score and soon received a call from Stanford University.

“Hello, this is the admissions office of Stanford University.”

In the following days, I got offers from several universities.

In the end, after weighing my options, I chose Stanford University.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

At the new student welcome ceremony, I saw a familiar face. “Blake, weren’t you

going abroad to study?”

I still remembered he went abroad in my past life.

At that time, he got both fame and fortune, and upon returning, he was promoted directly to a top executive position in a Fortune 500 company.

It was a pity, though, that Blake never married, which disappointed many ladies.

who admired him.

“Plans changed.”

He replied with a confusing answer.

After that, Blake and I, being friends and in the same department, often spent time together.

On my birthday, he reserved a sky restaurant, dressed in a white suit and holding flowers, and came to me.

When I returned to the Carroll’s house for the first time after starting university,

Dustin drove me back personally, with Patrick sitting in the back seat.

Seeing me, Patrick snorted coldly, “That means nothing. Just wait, even if I don’t go to university, I’ll start my own company and surpass you easily.”

Dustin just took Patrick’s words as nonsense.

“Averie, he’s been daydreaming for a long time. Just ignore it.”

Since losing his right hand and breaking up with Yaritza, Patrick had become obsessed with starting a business, arguing for it every day.

However, due to his high school education and disability, he faced numerous setbacks. He couldn’t understand why his past success couldn’t be replicated.

His arrogance made him believe that with his previous life’s memories, he could easily succeed without effort.

He thought he could ace the university entrance exam without studying and ride the wave of the internet industry without being grounded.

To that, I could only say he deserved what was coming.

I spent a few days at home, and for some reason, Patrick suddenly told Dustin that he wanted to repeat his senior year.

Dustin, furious, scolded him harshly but, unable to change his mind, had to ask a friend to contact a special education school.

After a few days, Patrick came back and bragged, “High school knowledge is so easy. Just wait, as long as I learn to write next time!”

“Well, I wish you luck,” I replied.

easy. Just wait, as long as I learn to write with my left hand, I’ll be the top scorer next time!”

“Well, I wish you luck,” I replied.