Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1119

"Well, Mr. Morrison, I appreciate your help," Chandler said quietly.

"Not at all. What's the name of the student you're referring to?" Jacob asked.

"Helen Spencer."

"Helen Spencer, you say…" Jacob mused, recognizing the name. "She's a liberal arts student, isn't she?

"Although she excelled in the math section of the college entrance exam, the math involved in science and liberal arts majors varies significantly. Not to mention, Edmund places a strong emphasis on physics, so getting her into the program might be difficult—"

"I'm prepared to donate two new research buildings," Chandler offered generously.

"Consider it done!" Jacob responded enthusiastically, giving his chest a confident pat.

After ending the call, Jacob promptly added Helen's name to the list for the specialized preparatory program.

He then retrieved the campus map and circled two available areas with a pencil. Nodding with satisfaction, he commented, "These locations are perfect for the new research buildings."

At that moment, a knock came at the office door.

"Come in," Jacob called out, setting the map aside and glancing at the door.

As the door opened, Edmund Murdoch stepped inside. He was the one responsible for overseeing the specialized preparatory program.

"Mr. Morrison, how can you keep adding students to my class without my approval? First, it was a student expelled from another college, and now a liberal arts student? This is unacceptable!" Edmund exclaimed, slamming the printed list onto the table.

He added, "I won't tolerate this any longer—I can't have a liberal arts student tarnishing my program's reputation!"

"That's your prerogative since you're in charge of the program. The final decision is yours, Mr. Murdoch," Jacob said calmly.

"In that case, I'll make an exception and admit Megan. She recently won an award at the International Physics Olympiad!"

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In the dead of night, the private hospital was shrouded in silence. The area was brightly lit, yet the streets were deserted, with no pedestrians in sight.

The hospital corridors were equally empty, with not a single night shift nurse present.

At the intersection next to the hospital, a red traffic light glowed as two black MPVs came to a halt side by side.

Inside one of the vehicles, a woman wearing a long trench coat and fedora hat held a cane adorned with gemstones. Despite the wrinkles on her face, traces of her youthful beauty were still evident.