Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

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.

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

grandson. Unlike many wealthy heirs, Ryan was exceptionally talented and well-behaved. He had brought countless

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

head and replied softly, “Tunderstand, Mr. Sunderland. Don’t worry. I’ll pur in the

leave. He then picked up the phone to call

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

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

be confidential-only a handful of people in the lab, a couple of

the physics lab. If the

James. The excitement in James voice was dear, and Simon felt a weight lift off

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,

find the person James seemed satisfied enough to stay in