All Chapters of The Invincible Student Heir : Chapter 191 - Chapter 193
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Chapter 191
The world was expecting my return My disappearance was all they talked about for weeks, the people, the media. Everyone was growing restless as theories of what might have happened to me were all over the place.The suspense and everything made me happy.I let them talk, I let the suspense build. Staying silent was just the perfect game, one which I was well skilled in.I wanted to make them want me, to make them desperate for my return. Such that when I finally reappear, it would be a hit.And just as I pictured it, it happened.I picked the biggest television in the country as the stage for my grand come back— or whatever the world called it.Every newspaper headline screamed my name “JORDAN SPEAKS!” “THE TRUTH REVEALED WITH JORDAN!” As the countdown to my appearance on tv began.It was all anyone could talk about, all everyone could think of. News anchors debated what I might reveal, social media buzzed with assumptions and most importantly, Mr Coker, the fool trying to work his w
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Chapter 192
The cameras flash. Always flashing. Like a strobe light hell. 'Click. Click. Click'. I straighten my tie. Cheap polyester. Scratchy. 'Good'. Reminds me I’m not one of them. The podium’s edge digs into my palms. Cold steel. Biting. The crowd’s a blur. Suits. Lipstick. Teeth. Hungry for blood. “Ladies. Gentlemen.” I let the mic screech. Feedback whines. They flinch. 'Perfect'. “Tonight, we carve out the 'rot'.” A paperweight sits on the podium. Glass. Useless. I hurl it sideways. It explodes against the wall. 'Crash'. The crowd jumps. A reporter spills his coffee. Dark liquid bleeds across the road. 'Symbolic'. I don’t laugh. “Coker,” I say slowly. Let the syllables rot in the air. “Saint of the City? 'Bullshit'.” The screen behind me flickers. Grainy footage. Coker’s docks. Midnight. Shadows slithering. Crates cracked open. White powder glowing. Ghostly. “Drugs.” I click the remote. Next slide: Judge Eleanor Pryce. Diamond earrings. Smug grin. Pocketing an envelope thick as a b
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Chapter 193
The crowd swarms City Hall’s steps again. Always with their banners, their chants, their 'hope'. I lean against the stone column, arms crossed. The mic waits. I don’t. “You want a mayor?” My voice cuts through the noise. They freeze. “Pick one. Not me.” Signs drop. Faces crumple. A woman in front—frayed coat, eyes red—steps forward. “But you 'exposed' the rot. You 'know' who’s clean!” “I know 'nobody’s' clean.” I jab a finger at the courthouse. Its cracked dome glints in the sun. “You think I’m your savior? I’m the guy who lights matches. 'You' rebuild.” Murmurs rise. A man shouts, “We 'trust' you!” Others echo. Trust. A fragile word. Brittle. “Trust?” I laugh. Hollow. “Trust got Gregory Tran killed. Trust let Coker fester. 'Trust' is your problem.” I turn to leave. Hands grab my sleeve. Desperate. Clammy. “Please,” the woman begs. “Just… guide us.” I shake her off. “Guidance costs extra.” ''' They follow me home. Petitions piled on my doorstep. Candles lit like a
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