Novel & Cerita Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

"About what you said just now, did you manage to confirm the veracity of the information you got?" “About my members starting to defect to Schneider's side, you mean? Yes. My personal assistant has confirmed the truth as well as the others. Coupled with the autopsy report from Gavin, everything has been proven." “What autopsy? What do you mean it's the corpse of one of the professors who worked at the university where Nikki studied? The professor you admired when you were studying there, right?” “Professor Anderson? No, not him. There are several bodies that Gavin managed to collect besides Professor Anderson,” Stephen waved his hand in front of his face, then nodded slightly. "That's right.

I took the seat that was behind and nearest to the window with the teacher walked in in a purple shirt and pants, leaving his sleeves unbuttoned. Mr Sal always had weird choice of clothing but he out did himself today. Weird start to the day. We were halfway in our biology lecture when the principal came in with a guy then whispered something into Mr Sal's ears before leaving. "Well class, this is a new student who will be joining us for the year and I'll let him do his introduction." Mr Sal introduced. "I-" He stopped mid sentence and cleared his throat before continuing. "I am Keith Anderson and I'm glad to be here."

Jerson mocked. “Fuck you!” Alec shouted. “Anyway, the academy you are part of seemed like something fishy was going on. That prestigious academy must be doing something behind its outstanding education to maintain its name. The Professors had their students educated privately, but after the session, students, mostly girls, were wrecked. Their performances were low, but their ranks were high. The study session seemed like a cover-up to hide the crime. This picture from footage also added to my suspicion,” Alec gave Jerson the pictures. From the images, a man in a black suit entered a building, and the next one to join was the teacher and the student. “I checked the man in the background image

I moved to go around her and to my car, but her next words stopped me in my tracks. “I wonder what the university will say when they find out a professor got a student pregnant? It wouldn’t be good, now would it?” I couldn’t breathe. How did she find out? Had someone told her? Swallowing against the lump in my throat, I said, “What do you want? Because if you want money, I don’t have any.” Dr. Martin snorted. “I don’t need money, sweetheart. But you have access to the one thing no one else does: Lochlann’s research. Give that to me, and I won’t spill your secret.”

In school, I dress down and change my appearance completely, hence the fake nose. I know it's a strange thing, going undercover in high school. Who would want to go to school? Well, when you live your life with private tutors, it kind of sucks. That's why I decided to start the undercover in high school thing as soon as I was old enough to attend. It probably all seemed like a lonely life, but I had my best friend, Tori. She’s just like me, a model who attends high school, but since she's new to Victoria’s Secret, she doesn't get much recognition in school.

William adjusted his tie and said in a strained tone, “Well I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible, Miss Phillips. Your father was cremated a day after his death. It was one of the express provisions of his will.” “What?” I screamed. “You cremated him without telling me?” I finally felt the tears I’d been fighting to keep at bay start prickling my eyes, waiting to drop. “I’m sorry, Athena. It’s what he wanted.” Uncle Steven said, his eyes still downcast. The rest of the will reading passed in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I had heard prior. The more I examined it, turning it over in my mind, the more bizarre it seemed. The medicine. The marriage. None of it made any

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

“Yes.” The men’s faces lit up with triumph, but before they could celebrate, her smile faltered. “But… you’re my professor,” she said, glancing at Alistair before shifting her gaze to Victor and Elliot. “And you two are professors too. How is this even going to work?” Alistair’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be careful. No one will even know.” “And even if they do find out…” Victor’s expression darkened, his voice turning lethal. “They know better than to mess with us.”