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Chapter 577 What Do You Think?

Elise ran out of the room with red eyes, whereas Alexander walked up to her and wrapped his long

arms around her in an embrace. “Did Grandpa reprimand you?” he asked in a soft voice.

She leaned against his chest, nuzzling him like a kitten. “No.” “Why are you crying, then?” He let go of

her.

She took out the key that Robin gave her and showed it to him on her palm. “Look.”

“What’s this?” he asked.

“The key to the safe at home. Grandpa said that the Sinclair Residence will be under our care from now

on, but I’ll be holding the key,” she explained.

Alexander laughed. “Grandpa sent me away to give you retreat against contingencies, but you divulge

it to me the next second.”

She beamed at him. “But that’s how a husband and wife are supposed to be—we have to be honest

and sincere to each other. I don’t want to hide anything from you.”

Alexander’s gaze deepened. Then, he reached out his arms to embrace her, gently rubbing his chin on

her fluffy head.

“Ellie, I know that I’m supposed to be truthful to you, but there are some things that I have to do without

revealing my identity to you for now. However, I hope you can believe me when I say that I will never

harm you and will always love you regardless of my identity and who I become. I promise that you will

be the only exception in my life—only you and no one else.”

Elise hugged him back and exhaled in relief. “I believe in you.”

Both Alexander and her were not ordinary people, for they each had their respective responsibilities

and missions. Since there was no backing out, they should become each other’s strongest support.

Given the fact that they had chosen each other, she should have faith in him.

“Speaking of which.” Elise suddenly remembered about the Elite Class. “Tissote University is

collaborating with an overseas organization, and they’ve recently started a physics class that

guarantees the students a place in an overseas degree. I intend to apply for the class to see if I can

uncover the organization behind this scheme.”

“Okay. Do you need me to pull some strings?” he asked.

“I’ll just fill in the application form. Although I’m a liberal arts student, I should be able to get in with my

academic results.” Elise spoke with confidence.

“I see. Well, I shall wish my wife a smooth transfer.”

The way he addressed Elise as his wife was rather refreshing yet embarrassing. In comparison to that,

even an intimate interaction such as an embrace seemed normal and usual.

As Elise leaned against him languidly in his embrace, both of them enjoyed the leisurely time with each

other’s company.

While Elise was filling in the form, Alexander took his phone and made a call in the backyard.

“Mr. Hass, it’s me, Kenneth Bailey.” Alexander spoke with his fake voice.

“Mr. Bailey? It’s rare for you to have the time to call me.” Leon was rather surprised.

“I heard that the Tissote University is going to set up an elite class, am I right?” Alexander went straight

to the point.

“That’s true. How can I help you with that?” asked Leon respectfully.

“It’s nothing much. I just want to request your help to add a name to the list of students.”

“Well… Mr. Bailey, I’m afraid you may be unaware that the Elite Class is taught by a foreign teacher,

and he chooses all the students himself. I’m afraid that I can’t help you with that.” Leon, who was put

on a spot, tactfully rejected the request.

“Oh—that’s a shame. I thought of taking this opportunity to donate a bunch of imported laboratory

equipment. From the looks of it, you won’t be needing it, I presume?”

Leon’s eyes lit up when he heard the terms ‘laboratory equipment’ and ‘imported’. “As a matter of fact,

there may be some room for discussion. After all, the classes will be held at Tisotte University, so

considering your sincerity, I’ll shamelessly discuss this with Mr. Kamp.”

“I’ll have to trouble you about this, Mr. Hass,” Alexander nonchalantly said.

“No trouble at all. By the way, what’s the student’s name?”

“Elise Sinclair.”

“Elise Sinclair…” Leon didn’t find the name unfamiliar. “If I’m not mistaken, she’s a liberal arts student.

Although she scored a perfect score in Mathematics for Liberal Arts students, it’s still totally different

from Mathematics for Science students, not to mention that Mr. Kamp takes Physics very seriously, so

I’m afraid that if I were to let her in that class…”

“Would another two laboratory buildings help?” A generous Alexander interrupted.

“Leave everything to me!” Leon patted his chest and agreed.

As soon as they ended the call, Leon added Elise’s name into the student name list of the Elite Class.

Thereafter, he took out the school site plan and used a pencil to draw out two empty spaces before he

nodded in satisfaction. “Yes, these are the most suitable places to build the laboratory buildings.”

Right after he said that, there was a knock on the door of his office.

“Come in.” Leon put down the site plan and raised his head to look outside the door.

The door swung open to reveal Martin, the lecturer who was in charge of the Elite Class.

“Mr. Hass, how could you place a student in the Elite Class without my approval? You expelled one of

the students before this, and now you are placing a liberal arts student in the class. That’s ridiculous!”

he grumbled as he walked up to Leon, slamming the student name list printout on the latter’s desk.

“This time, I won’t give in again. I can’t allow that liberal arts student to ruin my reputation!”

Leon, who wasn’t intimidated since he had been through a lot in life, leaned back against his chair in a

calm yet strong manner before he slowly explained, “Mr. Kamp, I understand where you’re coming

from, but you have to understand my difficulties too. You have picked most of the elite students in the

university, causing the lecturers from other schools to lodge complaints at me every other day. I have

faced immense pressure while setting up the Elite Class.” He then continued, “You have already taken

most of the excellent students, so I have to compensate the other lecturers with something, and all that

requires sponsorship. In order to get sponsorships, I have to give in to the sponsors’ conditions, no? I

don’t mind rejecting the sponsorship, but the Elite Class will have to disband. What do you think about

this?”

Martin let out a sigh resignedly. The principal kept using the same excuse to pressure him, yet there

was nothing he could say to refute.

Setting up an Elite Class was what his lecturer in Crulia had suggested. As long as Martin was able to

send five top physics talents to the university he was currently studying in, he would be able to

successfully graduate with a postdoctoral degree. Otherwise, he had to postpone his graduation. As

such, he had no choice but to give in to the condition.

“Fine, I’ll overlook it this time around, but I don’t wish to see it happening for the third time. I hope that

this will be the last. Besides, I want another student in my class.”

“That’s your choice. After all, it’s still your class, so you are the final decision maker, Mr. Kamp,” Leon

nonchalantly stated.

“I want to make an exception and accept Sophie Bowen, the student who had just won an award in the

International Physics Competition, into the class!”

…

At night, it was pin-drop silent at the private hospital. Although the lights that were lit made the

premises as bright as day, there wasn’t a single soul on the road; even the hospital hallways were

empty without even a night-shift nurse in sight.

At the cross junction beside the hospital, two black MPVs came to a stop at the red light.

Inside the car was a woman dressed in a long coat with a fedora hat while holding a cane embedded

with precious jewels. Age had left some wrinkles on her face, yet it failed to conceal the fact that she

had been a beauty when she was younger.