Novel & Cerita Best Fake Diploma

"You checked that?" Geovanni was amused. "My colleagues at the firm put that online. It's not entirely true." The events he attended might be fake, but things such as his journals and college degree were all real. Geovanni was simply outstanding. She smiled and said, "Anyway, it's out there, and I'll take it seriously. If any part of it is fake, work hard and make it real." "Alright. I'll try my best," Geovanni said, smiling.

But now, the spring semester had officially begun, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep my mask from slipping. I sat in the student lounge, nursing a lukewarm coffee, staring at a stack of forged travel authorization forms. Nathan—no, Professor Blake—had been meticulous. These documents "proved" I had been selected for a prestigious international research fellowship in Paris. It was a lie so grand it made my original fake paper about the Codex look like a child’s drawing. "You’re doing it again," a voice snapped.

Her lips trembled as she gritted out, "Matthias… is he telling the truth?" Matthias shuddered. He didn't dare look her in the eye. He could only shake his head desperately. "N-No! Don't believe him, Naomi! They're in on this together. They just want to tear us apart!" "They want to tear us apart?" Naomi let out a sharp laugh. "What are we, then? A con artist and a fool?" She stepped forward, picked up the forged Yandell University diploma from the floor, and flung it in Matthias' face.

"Didn't I say not to call me recently?" "Ms. Frazier, I didn't mean to bother you, but I think there's something wrong with Shelia." "What kind?" "Her resume shows she's been studying finance for years and has excellent grades, but the proposal she made is full of basic mistakes. It seems off." "Basic mistakes?" "Yes, many professional terms seem to be copied from online. I checked her browsing history, and some industry stock analyses she did were a mess. I suspect her qualifications or grades might be fake."

“No, sir! While we haven’t identified her origin, we did uncover more details—her entire résumé is fabricated. The degrees, awards, academic honors—all forged.” Ethan’s expression didn’t change. “Her identity’s a lie. Why would her education be real?” Noah forced a weak smile. “There’s more. Every person listed in her records—friends, mentors, family—fake. For instance, the so-called Professor Rowan from Ryerson University? He exists only in digital files. No students or staff have ever met him, and he has no teaching schedule. Clearly, someone created him from scratch.”

While both Rebecca and Samantha immersed themselves in finding the real Ellie. Samantha contacted the person in charge of the Saint Petersburg State University and reported her findings. The man on the other side is shocked to know that their certificates are forged too. This meant that there is a possibility that many others are also getting certificates illegally. This is a major issue this involves many people's futures. "Miss. Kim let me highlight this issue to the higher authorities. They will take action. " The person on the other side said. "Feel free to take this issue to higher authorities, but before that, can you give us the details about a person? I will send two certificates to

she explained. "You're kidding, right?" Bastian and I turned out to be quite unanimous in that matter. She snorted. "Hey, don't give me that look as if I murdered a puppy. It only makes sense once you memorize enough of them." I glared at her. "Are you trying to tell me that I will have to memorize your entire studies just to build myself a believable cover?!" She shrugged. "Your fake diploma doesn't say that you graduated with honors. If you don't know something, you can always laugh and tell them that you never wanted to be a lawyer in the first place."

He said. " I need to expose him, he is a fraud and he brainwashed my best friend. I have heard a few bad things about him but I don't have any proof. " " You will get them. Anyway, how is everyone? Noopur is still in her training? I miss her." " I miss her too. It has been so long since we all had a blast. Next time when she comes back, we will do it. " " Bye take care. Don't worry, leave this on me. Send me the details of this guy and Just give me 4 days. " He said and disconnected the call.

I asked, in sarcasm at all the lies he was making up. I didn't know for sure if he was lying or if I was thinking too bad about him. One thing was for sure: I didn't believe a word he had said. I looked at his diploma again—The University of Eastonville in the years when I was still living a beautiful life as a young woman. We seemed far apart in age, but was it that far? "I told you it was just a display," he said again, forcing me to believe him. Alright, handsome. I won't force you to tell me the truth. However, know that I'm not a woman you can fool.