The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 936

Claire was undeniably gorgeous. Sitting next to the class president, the two of them looked like a picture-perfect pair.

"I'm Ethan Monroe."

Seeing that Claire was staring straight ahead, Ethan simply decided to introduce himself.

"I know," Claire replied. Endowed with a flawless memory, there was no way she would forget the class president's name.

Ethan wasn't surprised. "But I bet you didn't know I'm Barry's son."

Claire blinked in surprise. "Barry has a son this young?"

At first, Claire had addressed him formally, but over the course of their time together, Barry had truly treated her like a protégé, generously explaining anything she didn't understand without holding back.

Naturally, she had grown accustomed to treating him as a mentor.

Even though they were so familiar with each other, she had never heard that Barry had a son.

"I was born late," Ethan explained.

Barry had always been entirely devoted to his work, never paying much attention to starting a family.

His wife was his childhood sweetheart.

They had a deep, loving relationship, and she was a university professor.

Both of them were absolute workaholics who didn't give their son enough attention, yet their expectations of him were sky-high.

Ethan rarely received any praise from his parents because they were always surrounded by students who were far more outstanding than their own son.

Students like Claire, whom his father hadn't been able to stop talking about for the past year.

Originally, Ethan hadn't planned on applying to The Cabinda University.

He only applied because Claire was here.

He wanted to see for himself exactly what kind of person this Claire was to earn so much admiration from his father.

After meeting her in person, his first reaction was that she was stunningly beautiful, carrying an inexplicable sense of calm confidence.

However, he knew his father wasn't superficial enough to appreciate someone just for their looks.

A man like his father practically dedicated his life to medicine.

When Barry looked at a woman, he would see past her exterior to study her bone structure, analyzing where her body might be suited for surgery or what illnesses she might develop.

She would much rather spend her time sleeping.

After all, the journey to the base was long, and riding on a bus was notoriously uncomfortable and sleep-inducing.

Fortunately, Ethan knew how to read the room and didn't bother Claire any further.

The rest of the students kept to themselves.

The class president and the academic genius had stopped chatting, so what was there for the rest of them to talk about?

Yes, privately, everyone called Claire an academic genius.

Even if they weren't close to her, it was universally acknowledged that her grades ranked first in the nation.

Camp Blackwood was just over a two-hour drive from The Cabinda University, but with traffic, it dragged out to three grueling hours.

They had set off at eight in the morning and arrived just past eleven.

The instructors were already waiting at the gates of the training base to welcome the students.

The air at Camp Blackwood was fresh, and the environment was beautiful. The students, who had been suffocating on the stuffy bus for hours, felt as if they had come back to life the moment they stepped off.