A maid ushered Zigglar into Selena’s home after he introduced himself. Selena sat waiting for him in her family's living room, her arms folded. She hadn't been to school in two days, instead she had been holed up in her room crying helplessly. "Selena," Zigglar said softly, sitting on one of the chairs. "Grant sent me. He's got a message for you."“The past two days had been terrible for me. If you're here to console me, forget it. I don’t want to listen to your pity.” Zigglar hesitated. “Actually, I came to tell you what happened tonight. At the La Maison d’Élite restaurant.” Selena frowned. “What are you talking about?” Zigglar took a deep breath and recounted everything—how Grant had set Benjamin up, the outrageous bill, and how Benjamin managed to foot the bill. Selena’s eyes widened as she listened. “He paid… $1.7 million? How is that even possible? Benjamin Doberman? A C-Rank?” Zigglar nodded. “That’s not all. Benjamin warned Grant he would crush him if he tried th

Noah was escorted outside the towering headquarters of Willows Express by the security guards. He was shocked to find reporters and media cameras bombarding him with questions. "Mr. Willows, is it true you stole millions from the company?" "How do you respond to the allegations about your extra martial affair?" Noah hastily muttered "No comment" as he pushed his way to his car. The humiliation he faced was unbearable. The company he had built was taken away from him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had lost his position, his power, and the respect of his peers in a single day."What kind of bad luck is this?" Noah asked himself as he raced home, fighting back tears. "Who exactly did I offend?"When Noah returned home, he was greeted by an eerie silence. The house felt cold and empty. On the kitchen counter a sealed envelope was laying on it. His name was written on it in Eleanor's handwriting. Opening it, he found divorce papers. "It's from mom," Selena sai

Jamie sneered at Benjamin, an arrogant disdainful expression written all over his face. "Do you have any idea who I am?" he scoffed. "I'm Jamie Lawrence, son of Senator Lawrence K. Larry, one of the most powerful politicians in North Hills. My father is a senator, a very powerful man, only second to the sitting president. I could have you jailed for threatening me."Clara stepped between them, her voice trembling with fear. "Jamie, please, he didn't mean it. It was just a misunderstanding. Let it go."But Jamie was unmoved. "No, Clara. This little punk needs to learn his place." He signaled to his two bodyguards, who immediately seized Benjamin by the arms and dragged him outside to the back of the mall.Clara followed them, trying to ask the security guards for help but no one came to her aid. They were all afraid of Jamie. His father was too powerful to be toyed it. In the dimly lit alley, the bodyguards restrained Benjamin, holding him upright as Jamie approached him, rolling u

Lucas was surprised at Benjamin's honesty. "Interesting," Lucas said, clearing his throat. "And just when I thought you would deny it.""Why should I deny anything?" Benjamin asked. "I'm the reason why the Willows and the Lawrence family are ruined. Got your answer now?"Lucas couldn't believe his eyes. He never expected Benjamin to admit the rumours about him. "This is an unexpected turn of events," Lucas said, sighing. "Alright, guys you can come out now."At his command, Bruce and Grant emerged out of the darkness along with two other S-Rank students. Clara was absent. She didn't want to be part of this anymore. Bruce glared down at Benjamin, cracking his knuckles. "So you finally, admit it. Big mistake. I'm going to pulverise you until no one recognises you."Benjamin rolled his eyes. "You seem to forget that I never cause any harm to anyone who doesn't cause harm to me. You and your girlfriend hit me. So I retaliated.""You destroyed the Willows family," Grant barked. "How cr

The room was buzzed with murmurs after Moses declared he would fund the entire project. Many parents exchanged glances as they were curious to know who this new man was. Principal Armstrong cleared his throat and looked directly at Moses. He wore a skeptical expression on his face that told anyone he wasn't buying Moses' words. "Sir," Armstrong began, "May I ask, who are you?" Moses leaned back in his chair, wearing a deadpan expression on his face. "It doesn't matter who I am. It's not relevant, but if it satisfies your curiosity, I’m Moses Doberman, Benjamin Doberman’s father." A ripple of laughter broke out among the teachers who were present at the meeting. One of the teachers, Benjamin's chemistry teacher, chuckled loudly, shaking his head. "Ah, so you're Benjamin's father," the teacher said. "No doubt your son is intelligent, Mr. Doberman, but let’s be realistic here. You’re a C-Ranker, aren’t you? Let’s not make promises you can’t keep. Stay humble." The parents al