[Ping... Ping...][Host system sends a danger alert!]Vendetta's voice chimed in his head as the hoodlums who seemed to have been waiting for him formed a circle around him.Jed frowned and his hands clutching the money bag held on tightly."Who are you?" His cold voice seemed to penetrate into them. "You have something that belongs to us," One of the hoodlums said. "We are here to take it back and return it to the rightful owner."Jed's lips pursed coldly. Are they talking about the money bag? Is this contest a sham? Why give out a money bag when they would end up retrieving it back through despicable means?He actually suspected the organizers of the NSC."Kiddo, give it back and we won't hurt you.""I won this money bag with my own abilities. Why should I give it to you?"Jed's words confirmed to them that the moneybag was indeed with him. Their eyes gleamed in dark with greed.They inched closer, almost closing up on him. "If you refuse to give us the money bag, don't blame us fo

Everyone was asleep when Jed returned. He walked into his room quietly, discarded all his clothes and took a shower before heading to bed.Just when he got it in, he received a call. "Young master," Johnny sounded hesitant like he perhaps thought he might be disturbing his sleep but he didn't want to send a message again."Good evening, Mr Skye. It's quite late."He was relieved after hearing Jed's voice because it didn't sound like the latter was sleeping yet."Young master, I called regarding tomorrow's meeting. Which one of the two real estate brokers do you want to see first?"Jed sat up and took a small sticky notepad from the bedside stand to quickly do some calculations. He frowned when he saw what he solved."Mr Skye, I will get back to you. I'll send a message. It's late now. You should rest.""Alright. Goodnight young master. I'll be expecting your feedback."A tut-tut sound followed. 'Vendetta,' Jed called out, rubbing his face in frustration. 'Do I really have just twent

When Jed got to the Dean's office, the dean, Mr Thomas was proudly showing off a collection of trophies to Alan, who looked more frail than when Jed last saw him.The family Butler, Peter Manchester, was standing beside Alan. He didn't look too pleased at whatever the Dean was saying."Oh! Chairman Jetti, your son is here," Dean Thomas was the first one to notice Jed's arrival.The other two turned around and Alan's eyes shook discreetly in shock. He looked at the young lean and handsome boy that rested against the door with a dull but striking brown hair that stood out and felt he couldn't recognize his own son.The young man standing a few meters away from him, giving off a regal aura with an indifferent look that was completely unfamiliar to Alan made him wonder just how he changed this much.They only met one month or so ago and he was fat, ugly looking then but now?"Good afternoon, Dean sir," Jed greeted the dean and then cast a look at Alan. "I was told you wanted to see me."Pe

When Alan Jetti finally returned home, Anna and Jack welcomed him. No one even mentioned anything about the bad incidents that occurred in the family these past few days.Alan was even treated to a sumptuous meal. He felt a bit uncomfortable with the way they acted calm, especially his wife.Judging by Anna's hot temper, he expected her to fly into a rage and rant on how he denied them access to the company or to visit him at the hospital.But no one said a thing. Eventually, after the meal, he spoke, "Jack, meet me in the study room. I have something to say to you."Jack was surprised as he had also been thinking how to bring up the affairs of the company to his father. "Okay."As soon as his father left, he was too excited to leave so he quickly followed behind.Once the dining room was empty, Anna's appealing face displayed a cold smile. She quickly summoned the butler. "Yes madam. You called for me," Peter bowed slightly when he got to her."Tell me. What happened today? I didn'

That was how Jed ended up at the largest education research institute in the country. He was led into a huge conference room where some dignified scholars were already waiting.Only one of the men had no grey hair. Others were old men who had served in the education ministry for years.They were veterans that have even been awarded the honor of organizing education seminars all over the world.They were also popular retired professors who came together, formed a union and wrote college textbooks with some disciples.It was no wonder why they were displeased at the fact that a mere college student had pointed out errors from books they wrote and had reviewed by the best editors."Good morning Masters," Jed bowed slightly to greet them after he was led to the front of the table where a large board was waiting for him.The representatives that had brought him from his college stood by the door, each worried the youngster might not be able to withstand the oppressive aura the professors w