"Any project that makes it to the finals will be reviewed by an expert panel brought in by Grover Group. If your work takes first place, you won't just become known in the field. Grover Group will pour serious money into turning it into a full-scale development project. Anya, if you seize this opportunity, your future is limitless."
Anya's blood ran hot. It felt like fame and money were standing just ahead of her with open arms.
She forced herself to stay composed and nodded obediently. "Don't worry, Uncle Yates. I'll take it seriously."
Renfield added, "Aethelburg University secured three slots. Besides you, Mateo is also on the list."
"Even though his major is biological sciences, he's done impressive work in intelligent systems."
Anya wasn't surprised. Aethelburg was packed with talent, and Mateo being in the running made sense.
"Uncle Yates... who got the third slot?"
Renfield's expression turned complicated. "The old chancellor's decision was to reserve it for Maeve—she took a medical leave last year."
At the mention of Maeve's name, a flash of disgust passed through Renfield's eyes.
A university with Aethelburg's international reputation valued rules and image above all else. Even if Maeve had once been a star student, she had no right to treat campus regulations like a joke.
Gone for an entire year? A student like that should've been expelled and blacklisted.
But the old chancellor kept finding excuses for Maeve again and again. Before leaving the country, he'd even given strict instructions: one of the competition slots must be held for Maeve.
Renfield respected the old chancellor. Yet ever since Maeve entered the picture, their disagreements had only grown—and so had his dislike.
Anya hadn't expected Maeve to appear as a competitor.

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