With her arms gently swaying by her side, and feeling unusually relaxed and leisurely, she savored the sight and sounds of the vibrant street.

“Okay, I see..." Engrossed in a phone conversation, Jaylen walked absentmindedly and collided with someone. Preparing to apologize, he was taken aback when he realized it was the same woman he had deemed ugly in the past.

However, that time, her scarred face was concealed by the scarf, revealing only her forehead and eyes, bearing a striking resemblance to someone from his memory.

Jaylen stood there, stunned by the unexpected encounter. Camila instinctively covered her face with her hands, gripping them tightly.

She lowered her head and hurriedly tried to make her escape.

Yet, Jaylen, regaining his composure, pursued her as he called out, “Hey, why are you running away? I won't harm you."

Camila remained silent while Lowering her head.

“You never compensated me for the shoes you dirtied last time. You can't just get away with it," Jaylen said, firmly gripping her arm.

A gust of wind blew, causing Camila's silk scarf to slip from her face, exposing the scars that marred her features.

Jaylen's eyes twitched at the sight of the disfiguring mark, finding it both repulsive and unpleasant.

Struggling free from his grasp, Camila quickly shielded her face. Jaylen stood in her path, his voice softening as he tried to explain, "I didn't mean anything else. It just feels good to meet someone from our homeland in a foreign land. I can speak our mother tongue with you."

Camila's eyes widened in realization.

She had unintentionally spoken to him in their native Language. She had been overwhelmed by nervousness.

She even forgot her surroundings.

Sensing the need for caution, she waved her hand, signaling her disinterest in conversing further and briskly walked away.

Jaylen stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixated on her retreating figure.

Thoughts swirled in his mind. He questioned the validity of what his eyes had witnessed.

How could these two seemingly unrelated individuals, with such contrasting appearances, be the same person?

Jaylen shook off the perplexing thoughts, dismissing them as mere illusions.

The next morning arrived, bringing Camila to the Mede Research Center. She swiftly changed into her work attire, donning the white coat and mask. She also secured her work badge. With her hands tucked in her pockets, she emerged from the changing room, ready to face the day's challenges.

"Jane, come here. I have something important to discuss with you," Jeff called out. He seemed to have been waiting patiently for her.

Curiosity piqued, Camila approached him.

Jeff wasted no time and inquired, “Why were you absent yesterday?" Camila found herself at a loss for words. How could she explain that she had deliberately avoided the restaurant because she didn't want Harrell to spot her?

“I intended to introduce someone to you yesterday. He hails from Azmar, just like us. He shares your passion for the artificial heart research. You see, this research has become our top priority. Once we achieve success, we'll establish a monopoly in this field."

"I'm aware of that," replied Camila. She was cognizant of the significance of the research.