The Real Heiress Rules the World

Even Sloane couldn’t help but look at the head coach with anticipation all over her

face.

The coach snapped his fingers. “It’s today. Right now!”

“Huh?” The surprise hit so suddenly that no one quite knew how to react.

“Let’s go to the training room.” With a wave of his arm, the coach led the way, and everyone hurried after him, whispering to each other about what this mysterious legend might look like.

The training room was already packed–leaders who rarely showed up were present too. It was clear how seriously Blackhawk regarded Team 9’s top–tier legend.

Sloane sat in the front row, her heart a mix of excitement and unease. Finally, the conference room door swung open, and all eyes turned toward the entrance.

A tall figure stepped inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored, handmade black suit. His expression was stern, his stride steady and commanding.

Sloane saw that familiar face, she froze

under her breath, disbelief

and whispers rippled through the crowd. They might not have known the identity of the elusive Team 9 legend, but when it came to Lucas from the Hawthorne Group, there

gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Sloane’s face. The corners of

coach stood beside

Mr. Hawthorne a legend in the field of national cybersecurity,

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eight second–class National Science and Technology Progress Awards. Known across the country as the Guardian

if the sound didn’t exist. Her mind

murmured to herself,

the room, his eyes never leaving her.

and explained in a way anyone could understand.

Lucas, his stern expression, the depth in his gaze, the calm authority in the way he moved

no denying it—he was a phenomenal instructor. He had a way of taking the most complex material and