Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Argrol University was Seacrity’s top school, steeped in tradition and prestige. Almost eighty percent of successful people in Seacrity graduated from Argrol. To students, it symbolized the ultimate goal. Once they get in and graduate, companies would be lining up to hire them.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

For exceptional students, there was even a chance to be nominated for the three prestigious labs in Betrico-a drean most people wouldn’t even dare to have. The few who were selected had extraordinary brains, unmatched physical abilities, and incredible m**al toughness-truly on another level compared to regular geniuses.

Since Argrol University opened, only three students had been directly admitted to those labs, and none had ever returned to Seacrity. Rumors among Argrol students suggested they were being privately supported by the government and would never be seen again.

In the Principal’s office at Argrol University, Simon Sunderland, the president in his fifties, sipped coffee while watching the young boy standing before him proudly

The boy was Ryan Lewis, the sole heir of the Lewis family. He had a tender complexion that made his rosy lips stand out. and he wore black glasses above a sharp nose, with his charming eyes sparkling, looking extremely cute.

While the Sullivan family wasn’t as influential as the four major families, they had a history of producing scholars. SimonL had been president for over twenty years and accomplished many great things

He had been childhood friends with Jaiden, Ryan’s grandfather, which made him view Ryan as a grandson. Unlike many wealthy heirs, Ryan was exceptionally talented and well-behaved. He had brought countless trophies to Argrol, filling Simon with immense pride.

Simon smiled, “Ryan, Argrol is thinking about recommending you for the physics lab this year Mr. Kennedy is coming to: Argrol in two months for an evaluation and will also host this year’s physics competition. This is your chance-make the most of it. If you receive an invitation from him, you can go to Betrico for the finals and compete with the best from around the world. If you win first place, your dream of entering the physics lab will be within reach. Prepare well over the next two months and stay focused”

Ryan, who had been listening intently, lifted his head and replied softly, “Tunderstand, Mr. Sunderland. Don’t worry. I’ll pur in the effort.”

Seeing his determination, Simon waved his hand, signaling it was okay for Ryan to leave. He then picked up the phone to call Patrick Williams, the dean, to come by

When Patrick knocked and entered, he found Simon staring blankly at a letter. “Mr. Sunderland, you wanted to see me!

Simon nodded. He had just called in Patrick due to a letter he received three months earlier. It was an anonymous email discussing the development of a new chip. Simon knew this tied back to an experiment at the physics lab in Herrico that had been stuck for two years

When Simon first read the email, he could hardly believe it. This project was supposed to be confidential-only a handful of people in the lab, a couple of executives, and some retired presidents of the university were in the know. Even he only had snippets of information.

But the email was packed with solid arguments that sent chills down his spine. After thinking about it over and over, he decided to forward it to James Owens, the head of the physics lab. If the information was accurate, it could really boost the chip project, benefiting both the country and society. Even if it turned out to be fake, he felt it was worth the shot

Less than an hour after he sent the email, he got a call from James. The excitement in James voice was dear, and Simon felt a weight lift off his shoulders-the info in that ci**al had to be true.

James insisted they track down the sender. The only clue they had was the single initial “Siren” at the bottom of the email. Simon had even reached out to an expert to trace the IP address, but it led nowhere. The expert explained that the address. was heavily encrypted, likely the work of a skilled hacker.

After Simon vowed to do everything he could to find the person James seemed satisfied enough to stay in Betrico. Otherwise, this over-eighty-year-old man would have probably rushed down to Seacrity himself to investigate.

So, this sender is not only a physics w**z but also a top-notch hacker? Why stay anonymous? And why send the email just to me? For three months, Simon puzzled over it all until three days ago when another email came in from the mysterious

Siren

His heart raced as he opened it, revealing a single line: [Prepare an admission notice for-Yvette and deliver it to the Chambers residence.]