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The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold)

Chapter 859
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Arnold brought his son back to their sprawling estate.

After a refreshing shower, William snuggled into his bed. Just before his dad could dive into a bedttale, he whispered, "Dad, did you and Uncle Leopold run for class president together?" Dad was a year ahead of Uncle Leopold in school. When Uncle Leopold started, it was tfor the student council elections, so William guessed they both threw their hats in the ring. Unfortunately, dad lost to Uncle Leo.

Arnold didn't deny his defeat. With a self-deprecating chuckle, he admitted, "I was short by just two votes." "That's such a bummer." William sighed deeply. "Do you wantto be class president, dad?" Arnold smiled, ruffling William's hair affectionately, "Of course, | want my little champ to be the top dog at Pinnacle Ivy League School." William pursed his lips thoughtfully, "But what if Kane gets upset if | win?" "If he truly sees you as his little bro, he'd be thrilled for you, not upset." Arnold wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder. "Brothers are both your teammates and rivals. Against outsiders, you stand united. But when it comes to the competition just between you two, a healthy competition is needed. Competition breeds excellence. If Kane wins, it means you have areas to improve. If you win, it shows you're the better man for the job, and you shouldn't shy away from that." "I got it," William nodded, determined. If dad was rooting for him, he'd go all out to win that election. Dad would be over the moon.

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The next day, William and Kane handed in their applications together for the student council.

Ramona, with a grin, asked, "Are you guys both gunning for president?" "We haven't decided yet. There's plenty of tbefore the next term starts," William shrugged, echoing Kane's strategy to keep a low profile to avoid becoming a target.

Ramona made a face. "You better start prepping early, or you'll miss the boat." Vivian joined the conversation, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper, "The hotshot candidate right now is Paul from 10th grade, Class A. He's the head of the publicity committee and Ralph's right-hand man. Everyone thinks Ralph's going to back him." If Kane did run, Vivian vowed to be his cheerleader and help him canvass votes.

Kane and William exchanged a look.

Their rivals would probably focus on Paul, leaving them to play it cool. Why not wait for the others to clash and swoop in for the win? "We'll scope out the situation first," Kane said nonchalantly. He had bigger fish to fry today, that is, the annual Hackers Alliance contest. The club tradition was to pit newcomers against veterans, with the victor becoming the new president or the reigning one retaining power.

After lunch, students flocked to watch the Hackers Alliance showdown.

In the coming days, club face-offs would be the talk of the school.

"Go, Kane!" William, Ramona, and Vivian cheered him on from the sidelines.

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The current Hackers Alliance president was Blanton, a senior in Class A. He was a legend in coding, undefeated to date.

The contest had two rounds.

First up, breach the Edge firewall for full system access.

Next, crack an 10S system to extract all data.

The quickest hacker wins.

For Kane, it was a walk in the park, but he remained vigilant. Even the wise can slip up, and only caution could prevent an unexpected tumble.

Blanton didn't take the other contenders seriously, curling his lips in a smug smirk. He was ready to defend his throne.