“This will take time, but not too long,” Leonidas said with unwavering confidence. “I’m one hundred percent sure we’ll make it.”Claire shifted uneasily, still unsure about his idea to turn them into an influencer couple. The plan seemed bold, maybe even reckless.Leonidas noticed her hesitation and smiled reassuringly. “We’ll be popular. Everyone will know us! But don’t worry—I’ll stay behind the scenes. You’ll be the star, shining brighter than anyone.”Despite his enthusiasm, doubt lingered in Claire’s expression. Leonidas leaned in, determined to persuade her. “Think of it as an investment for your future. Even after we break up, you’ll still be a top-tier influencer. And tell me, who’s your biggest role model?”“Rebecca Sprouse,” Claire answered without hesitation.Leonidas grinned, clearly pleased. “Exactly. I’ll put you on the same catwalk as her.”Claire’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. “What?” she said, her voice tinged with incredulity. “Leonidas, wait! Ho

Leonidas’ rising popularity and influence spread quickly across campus, affecting everyone in his orbit, including Emma and Derek. But Derek, who had once been Leonidas’ number one bully, now found himself steering clear of him, too cautious to even cross paths with him anymore.Whenever Leonidas walked through the hallways, all eyes turned his way—not just because he was with Claire Adwell, but because students now respected the influence he commanded. The shift in power was undeniable, and no one seemed to question Leonidas’ position anymore."Is he really some tycoon's son who's been hiding his identity this whole time?" Derek muttered, glaring after Leonidas and Claire as they passed through the hallway, with everyone’s gaze following them. The sight of Leonidas basking in admiration stung. Jealousy mixed with anger, leaving Derek feeling humiliated and ignored.“Unbelievable,” Derek mumbled bitterly to himself, clenching his fists. He turned down a different hallway, desperate to

Leonidas paced anxiously in front of the emergency room, barely holding himself together as he waited for news on Claire. After her fall from the seventh floor, her faint heartbeat had been nothing short of a miracle; still, he and the onlookers had scrambled to call an ambulance in a desperate rush to save her life. Her injuries were severe—hope felt fragile."Claire, please... survive," he murmured, voice thick with unshed tears, his fingers clasped tightly together as he prayed for another miracle, just as he once had for Alex."Leonidas!" Blake’s urgent voice broke through his daze. He hurried over, pale with worry. "What happened? Did I hear wrong?"Leonidas clenched his fists, struggling to hold himself steady. "Blake, they did this... to Claire," he whispered, the pain in his voice clear.Blake guided him to sit, a steady presence amidst the storm. "They? Who?""Derek," Leonidas replied, voice edged with fury. "Derek and his friends... they wanted her dead."Blake’s face went r

Leonidas returned to his apartment in the early morning, looking disheveled and bearing the clear marks of a fight—bruises darkening his skin, a bleeding temple, and dried blood around his nose, all reminders of his struggle with Derek at The Moore club. Despite the extraordinary advantage of his system, Leonidas couldn’t shake the frustration of his defeat, the memory of Derek’s powerlessness against him still stinging.As his slow, weary steps sounded in the quiet apartment, Alex looked up from the wide sofa, where he was relaxing and watching television. A smile lit up his face when he heard Leonidas enter."Leon! You’re finally home!" Alex’s greeting faltered, his expression shifting as he took in Leonidas’ battered face. "Leon, what happened to you?"Leonidas brushed it off, attempting to divert the conversation. "How was Mrs. Whittaker’s cooking? Did you like it?"Settling beside Alex, Leonidas listened as Alex’s face brightened. "Yes, she cooked under Nurse Amy’s watch, but it

Leonidas arrived at the police station, his steps purposeful as he sought answers about Claire’s incident. He requested a meeting with the detective handling the case, a man named Michael James. Once alone in the detective's office, Leonidas wasted no time.“You want a police license to investigate the Lotus building?” Michael echoed, his tone indifferent and slightly dismissive. “But what’s your purpose, sir?”Leonidas met his gaze, speaking with steady confidence. “I need access to any evidence connected to Claire Adwell’s incident.”Michael leaned back, unimpressed. “And if you gain access, what exactly do you intend to do with it?”Caught off guard, Leonidas paused. He hadn’t prepared an alibi and couldn’t reveal his true intentions.The silence made Michael’s eyes narrow, a cold skepticism settling in. He set down the file he’d been reading and sighed. “I can’t grant you access to this investigation, let alone the evidence. You lack any standing to ensure responsibility for it. T