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.

familiar face, she

she murmured under her breath,

9 legend, but when it came to Lucas from

swept across the room, finally settling on Sloane’s face. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a faint smile, as if he had expected her

stood

Mr. Hawthorne a legend in the field of national cybersecurity, but he’s also helped elevate the discipline

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second–class National Science and Technology Progress Awards. Known

was as if the sound didn’t exist. Her mind had gone completely blank; she stared at Lucas,

murmured to herself, her world

room, his eyes never leaving her.

was clear and accessible; each detail dissected thoroughly and explained in a way anyone could understand. The students

found herself blinking out of her haze. She stared at Lucas, his stern expression, the depth in his gaze, the calm authority in the way he moved and spoke. This is the first time I’ve ever seen this

instructor. He had a way of taking the most complex material and