Chapter 782: The Last Meeting
“You’ve been quite active lately.”
Inside the embassy, Mr. Truman looked at Lynch—dressed like a nobleman—and couldn’t help but tease him. “Even back in the Federation, newspapers frequently report on you. People are fascinated by everything you’ve been involved in.”
As a Gephra-born nobleman holding federal citizenship, Lynch was one of the most talked-about figures in the Federation—second only to the presidential election.
Had he come from a prestigious background—say, a descendant of the Aginel family or related to Mr. Wadrick—people wouldn’t pay him this much attention.
In the Federation, a place where capital routinely creates miracles, the public had grown numb to such feats. Stories like someone getting into top universities for culinary talent or a beautiful singing voice no longer stirred much excitement.
If someone truly believed a student was admitted to the best universities just for knowing how to cook a steak, they were a fool—though, at first, many did believe it.
University interviews were a mysterious process. Exam scores meant little; interviews mattered most. Showing off your talents and well-prepared recommendation letters was the real path in.
Lynch had none of that. He wasn’t the child of a tycoon or a political heavyweight. He was the son of a worker—just like most people—who finished high school and then entered society, tossed about by its waves.
So the more successful he became, the more attention he drew. People weren’t just admiring or envious—they looked to him as proof that society wasn’t as bleak as it seemed.