670: Chapter 665 Like an Unreal Dream

Twelve hours later.

The gulfstream g650 private jet landed smoothly at Boston Logan International Airport.

A deep blue night enveloped the ancient, academically charged city.

On the plane, Shen Yan had not rested.

He went over the file titled 'Evelyn Reed—The Silent Siren' again and again.

He needed to memorize every single detail within it.

Her sister's name, Lily Reed.

The hospital where she passed away, St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.

Her favorite physicist, Richard Feynman.

Every paper she published during her student years, including the obscure early concepts for the 'chimera' framework.

David Chen handed him a glass of warm water.

"Yan Zi, you're about to wear the material thin from flipping through it."

"Is it necessary to know her this well?"

Shen Yan took the glass but did not drink.

"Guang Ke, the person we are looking for this time is not an Employee, nor is she just a scientist."

"She is a soul whose wings have been broken and whose flame has been extinguished."

"Dealing with someone like Viktor only requires money and power."

"But to reignite the ideals of a genius, what you need is respect, understanding, and resonance."

"I want her to know that I am not coming to bestow charity upon her. I am coming to invite her to accomplish something that we both deem great."

David Chen nodded, half-understanding.

Perhaps he didn't fully grasp the complexities of the technology and human nature.

But he believed in Shen Yan.

Unconditionally.

"So where are we going now?"

"To her place?"

Shen Yan shook his head.

"No."

"We're going to deliver a gift first."

The motorcade did not head toward the cheap rental apartment in the suburbs mentioned in Ning Ke's file.

Instead, it stopped at the entrance of St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.

The hospital was still brightly lit deep in the night.

A middle-aged white man in a suit, with meticulously combed hair, was already waiting at the door.

He was Mr. Philip, the President of the hospital's foundation.

An hour ago, he had received a phone call that made him sit bolt upright in bed.

A mysterious consortium from the East had specifically requested to make a targeted donation to St. Jude Hospital.

The amount was fifty million US dollars.

This money was designated for establishing a brand-new specialized research fund for AI medicine.

And the name of this fund must be—'The Lily Reed Memorial Fund.'

Philip initially thought it was a prank.

It wasn't until the other party's legal team sent an undeniable legal document and proof of funds directly to his private email inbox.

That he realized everything was real.

"Mr. Shen, good evening!"

Philip hurried forward, extending both hands enthusiastically.

His posture was very humble.

In front of this young financier who had brought a donation large enough overnight to change the research landscape of the hospital for the next decade, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.

Shen Yan shook his hand.

"Mr. Philip, I apologize for disturbing you late at night."

"Oh no, no, no. You are St. Jude's most honored guest. Your arrival is the will of God."

Philip flattered him.

Shen Yan had no interest in small talk.

"My lawyers will handle the details of the fund with your team."

"I have only one request."

"Tomorrow morning, I hope the hospital, on behalf of the foundation, can formally contact a lady named Evelyn Reed."

"She is Lily Reed's older sister."

"Tell her that the establishment of this fund is to commemorate her sister, and also to fulfill her sister's dying wish to use technology to help more children."

"Furthermore, invite her to serve as the Honorary Advisor for this fund."

Philip was momentarily stunned.

He had initially thought this mysterious Mr. Shen merely wanted to build his reputation in America under the guise of charity.

He never expected there was such a layer of connection behind it.

He immediately understood.

Mr. Shen's true target was that woman named Evelyn Reed.

And this fifty million US dollars was just the calling card.

What a grand gesture!

Philip was shocked internally, but his expression remained unmoved.

"No problem, Mr. Shen."

"I guarantee that Ms. Reed will receive my call exactly at nine tomorrow morning."

"It is my honor."

Shen Yan nodded and turned to get into the car.

"Oh, right."

He added something as if he had just remembered.

"When you contact her, mention this in passing."

"The donor of the fund, which is me, would like to invite her for a cup of coffee near MIT tomorrow noon."

"Let her decide the location."

"This is my private number. Once she decides, just send the address to me."

After speaking, Shen Yan handed over a business card.

Then he got into the car without looking back.

The rolls-royce motorcade silently merged into the Boston night.

Leaving only Philip standing at the hospital entrance, clutching the high-quality business card in his palm, a layer of cold sweat already breaking out on his back.

He had a strong premonition.

The tech circle of this city was about to undergo a massive shift.

The next day.

Boston, Cambridge District.

An inconspicuous corner coffee shop.

Sunlight filtered through the window, casting mottled shadows on the old wooden table.

Evelyn Reed sat by the window.

She had barely slept all night.

At nine in the morning, the call from St. Jude Hospital had exploded like a bomb in the dead lake of her heart, creating monstrous waves.

Lily...

She hadn't dared to think of that name for a very, very long time.

It was the softest, yet most painful place in her heart.

And now, a complete stranger had brought this name back into her world in a way she could not refuse.

Fifty million US dollars.

'The Lily Reed Memorial Fund.'

Honorary Advisor.

All of it felt like an unreal dream.

She instinctively wanted to refuse.

She feared it was a trap, a new way for Viktor to humiliate her.

However, when Mr. Philip on the other end of the line conveyed Mr. Shen's coffee invitation in an incomparably sincere tone...

She agreed as if guided by a ghost.

She chose this coffee shop, the one she frequented most during her student days.

It was quiet here, very close to where she taught, offering her a faint sense of security.

She didn't know why she had come.

Perhaps, just to see what kind of person the one who commemorated an ordinary girl with such a massive fortune looked like.

Eleven fifty-nine.

The coffee shop door was pushed open.

An Asian man in a perfectly tailored dark suit, with a straight and tall figure, walked in.

He didn't look around aimlessly. After scanning the room, his gaze landed directly on Evelyn.

Then, he started walking toward her.

Evelyn's heart tightened inexplicably.

It was him.

Even though she had never met him, she just knew.