Chapter 1 Find Me Fifty Suitable Candidates

• At Horizon University's graduate school, two girls and one boy, three graduate students, each clutching a thick stack of research papers, were rushing towards the experimental building.
• "Hurry, hurry! We only have ten minutes left. Doctor Moore has been in such a bad mood lately, and I really don't want to be scolded by her again." She said, her voice filled with distress.
• The Doctor Moore she referred to was Amanda Moore, only 21 years old, younger than them, yet she had recently returned with a Ph.D. They had all been assigned as her project assistants.
• The boy, who had just been transferred and had not yet met the doctor, asked while running, "Does Doctor Moore look the same as in the photo?"
• In the school's promotional photos, Dr. Amanda Moore had skin like jade and eyes as deep. She possessed a slender figure, as though a gentle breeze could carry her away. Her porcelain-like skin gleamed with an almost translucent fragility exuding a cool, ethereal charm. Long, blond hair cascaded softly over her shoulders, framing a face so exquisitely crafted it seemed to belong to a painting. Her eyes, deep and luminous like tranquil pools, held a tender, almost wistful grace that could stir the deepest sense of compassion. She was undeniably beautiful, so much so that he had initially mistaken her for a movie celebrity.
• The problem was, in the field of biology, extensive dissection of corpses was a basic requirement. Doctor Moore's tendency to faint at the sight of blood made him wonder if she could handle such a high-end project.
• The girl with the bobbed hair shook her head, "She's ten times prettier than her photo."
• The boy became even more puzzled. With such beauty, wouldn't she be better off as a celebrity? Was she really cut out for scientific research?
• Wanting to learn more about the doctor, he asked, "Why has Doctor Moore been in a bad mood lately?"
• The girl with the bobbed hair sighed, "Ever since Ryan left, Doctor Moore hasn't been in a good mood. Lately, she's been staring at Ryan's photos on her phone all the time."
• The boy's expression became even more peculiar. "Um... may I ask... that... Ryan, is her... Doctor Moore's boyfriend?"
• He was even more hesitant. If Doctor Moore was affected by a breakup, and it impacted her work, that seemed rather unprofessional. He had applied to be an assistant for his future prospects and didn't want to be stuck with a love-struck supervisor who would hinder his progress. Was it too late to apply for a transfer to a different research group?
• The two girls walking ahead fell silent and turned to look at him with strange expressions.
• The round-faced girl with the bobbed hair explained while running, "Previously, our lab borrowed a few corpses from the medical school, and Ryan was Doctor Moore's favorite adult male corpse. She used it for every dissection and even gave it a nickname, Ryan."
• The boy's expression went blank for a moment.
• That's too dedicated, even for a professional!
• As they spoke, the three had already reached the experimental building and were about to scan their fingerprints to enter when a figure suddenly appeared behind them. This was a lady who appeared to be of some age, but her features were striking, and her skin was fair. Despite her age, she was still exceptionally beautiful.
• She greeted one of the girls warmly, "Rachel, could you let me in? I have something urgent to discuss with Doctor Moore."
• Seeing that it was Doctor Moore's mother, Brittany Moore, the two girls politely greeted her, "Good day, Auntie Moore."
• Brittany Moore was a somewhat famous actress in her time. Although she had appeared in many films, she had never really become famous. Now, she smiled, nodding back in return.
• The two girls skillfully opened the main door of the experimental building and let Brittany Moore in first.
• The door to Lab 302 was suddenly pushed open, revealing a pitifully beautiful woman standing in front of the experiment table, her brows slightly furrowed, her delicate hands, gloved, delicately handling something, her movements gentle and graceful, making one imagine if she was about to pluck a flower with her fingers.
• The next moment, the beauty precisely and ruthlessly opened up a white mouse.
• Amanda Moore looked up at this moment, saw Brittany Moore, and her expression immediately changed: "Mom? Who let you in!"
• Brittany Moore's face turned angry and said: "Well, so it was you who instructed the security guard at the entrance to stop me!"
• The three graduate students, sensing the unfavorable situation, quietly slipped away.
• Brittany Moore first closed the door tightly, making sure no sound could leak out, and her elegant, star-like face suddenly changed. Her delicate eyebrows raised, and she strode over, slapping Amanda Moore's back: "How could you stand up Matthew Robinson again last night? Can't you pay more attention to your own matters?"
• Although Amanda Moore's life experience was extraordinary, the life challenges she faced were similar to most people's—being urged to marry and go on blind dates.
• Amanda Moore lifted her face, which was like a lilac in the rain, and complained: "You can apply to be a nanny who takes care of children."
• Brittany Moore: "..."
• Even though she was her own mother, every time Brittany Moore saw her daughter with such a delicate face saying something so provocative, she felt a sudden urge to strangle her.
• She glared at Amanda Moore for a moment, her teeth clenched, and then suddenly changed her tone: "Forget it, let's give up Matthew Robinson. Maybe the two of you just aren't meant to be."
• Her expression suddenly became enthusiastic: "Mom recently found a new match for you, from the Walker family..."
• Heaven have mercy, she was originally a very open-minded mother—until a few days ago, when she brought dinner to her daughter who was working overtime in the lab, and witnessed a scene she would never forget.
• Her daughter was crouching by the formalin pool, wearing plastic gloves, reluctantly holding the hand of a male corpse, and saying tenderly, 'I will miss you.'
• The eerie blue light flickered, and Brittany Moore couldn't help but recall a horror movie she filmed many years ago about necrophilia...
• When her daughter was young, she enjoyed dissecting small animal corpses, and Brittany Moore didn't take it seriously at the time. But this time, she was truly shocked. In order to prevent her daughter from going further down the path of psychological abnormality, she started introducing Amanda Moore to males—living males—as soon as she returned home.
• Of course, despite her urgency for her daughter to interact with young men, she was still very selective about the introductions, ensuring that each one had a clean background, good looks, and exceptional abilities.
• Unfortunately, Amanda Moore was completely focused on her experiments and didn't even bother to acknowledge them.
• It was only two days ago that the boss of Maplewood Properties, Benjamin Walker, contacted her, expressing his intention to match his grandson, Joshua Walker, with Amanda Moore.
• Anyone with a bit of knowledge knew what a vast business empire Maplewood Properties was. Brittany Moore only knew that her mother and Benjamin Walker were old friends, but the younger generation didn't have much interaction, and she never thought of getting involved with such a family, almost mistaking him for a scammer and scolding him.
• It was only after visiting Benjamin Walker on his sickbed that Brittany Moore fully believed in his sincerity to make the match. Moreover, she had some understanding of Joshua Walker. This young man came from a wealthy family, was very handsome, and was also very capable. Perhaps only someone as outstanding as him could reignite her daughter's passion for living people.
• So the only problem left to solve was her daughter's attitude...
• Amanda Moore's delicate eyebrows were furrowed, showing a lack of interest: "I'm not interested unless he considers body donation." She was currently concerned about when a few more corpses could be delivered for study.
• "Stubborn girl..." Brittany Moore, seeing her daughter's resistance, clenched her teeth and finally brought out the ultimate trump card: "Don't always be so against blind dates. You've always been smarter than others. While other children were playing with mud, you were already winning national competitions. While others were still laying foundations, you had already been admitted to Horizon University. So..."
• She coaxed gently: "Such excellent genes, do you really want them to end with you? Don't you want an heir?"
• Amanda Moore seemed to ponder, touching her delicate chin thoughtfully.
• Brittany Moore clearly understood her daughter's way of thinking and continued to coax: "Since you want an heir, your partner can't be chosen carelessly. Start selecting now, and there will be a suitable one in the future."
• Amanda Moore's expression showed rare hesitation as she quickly analyzed the data in her mind. After a long moment, she nodded slowly: "Okay."
• She was actually researching the 'Artificial Womb' project. If this technology was successful, it would be necessary to ensure that her research talent could be passed on.
• Brittany Moore sighed with relief, but before her smile could fully form, Amanda Moore scratched her hair: "But since we're going to select suitable candidates, meeting one person at a time is too inefficient..."
• Brittany Moore's heart skipped a beat.
• As expected, with her pitifully beautiful face, Amanda Moore issued an order with great authority: "Find me fifty suitable men within a week. They must have an IQ higher than 130, be no older than 25, and have no history of major illnesses. I happen to be off on Tuesday and Wednesday next week, so we'll have a unified interview then."