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

Ryan as a grandson. Unlike many wealthy heirs, Ryan was exceptionally talented and well-behaved. He had brought countless trophies to Argrol, filling Simon

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

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

okay for Ryan to leave. He

and entered, he found Simon staring blankly at a letter. “Mr.

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

it. This project was supposed to be confidential-only a handful of people in the lab, a couple of executives, and some retired presidents

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

James voice was

out to an expert to trace the IP address, but it led nowhere. The expert explained that the address.

everything he could to find the person James seemed satisfied enough to stay in Betrico. Otherwise,