Jason stood still, looking at the stunned reactions from the crowd after revealing his true identity as the lost son of the Carters. His transformation from a nobody to someone of immense wealth was written on every face around him. But while the revelation had shaken everyone, Jason knew he wasn't done proving himself. He could sense the silent challenge that still hung in the air—a challenge from Ethan, who wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet."He can't be? Is he really the list son of the Carter's?" One of the students asked while the others immediately pressed their phones to look it up online. Linda, on the other hand, kept her gaze fixed on Jason and noticed there was something off about him. He was having this assurance, this backing, like he could do anything and everything he wanted too. She still didn't believe how a boy who had nothing yesterday could suddenly be able to transfer a huge amount of money into the Scholl account, buying himself a spot in the elite worlds.

The Unknown CallerJason kept his gaze on the student standing across the hallway, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. The boy seemed ordinary enough—tall, slender, wearing a faded school uniform—but there was something in the way he stared at Jason, an intensity that made Jason uneasy. Was he the one sending those cryptic messages?Before Jason could approach him, the boy turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowded hallway. Jason felt a surge of frustration. He was surrounded by people, yet he felt like he was being isolated in this game Ethan was playing. He knew he needed answers, and fast.As Jason stepped out of the school building, he received another message from the unknown number.[Unknown Number: Meet me at the old café on Elm Street. If you want to know what Ethan's really planning, come alone.]Jason’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t ignore this message; whoever this person was, they seemed to have insights into Ethan’s moves. He quickly flagged down a cab, his mind ra

The foul smell woke Jason up. He looked around and dusted his rumpled clothes. His head throbbed with pain. "Where am I?" He said slowly getting up to his feet. His wrist burned, showing signs of ropes. "I am going to make all of them pay for this." Jason cursed under his breath.He remembered what the man and the woman had told him. There was a lot that was happening to him, and he needed to uncover the truth. The timing was perfect. Jason's grandfather had come to him at his weakest, making it easier to win him over, but was that all there was to him being the heir to the carter's wealth? Fiona would not acknowledge him, so there must be something he didn't know. Jason looked around to know where exactly he was. He suddenly perceived a foul smell, and he almost vomited. "I need to get dressed." Jason said, slowly looking at his dirty and soiled clothes. His blood had stained his white shirt and white pants. Jason dipped his hands into his back pocket, and it was gone. The card h

Jason stood at the entrance of the school, his once unattractive appearance now replaced with clean clothes and a fire in his eyes. The whispers of the students around him were louder today, rippling through the crowd like a wave. Some looked at him with disdain, while others envied him and his new-found powers. "Is that really Jason?" one student said in disbelief. "I heard he’s the new heir to the Carter family." "But wasn’t he just some nobody a few weeks ago?" Another added, unable to hide the shock. Jason ignored the whispers; his mind focused on one thing: getting back what was his. He knew Ethan had the black card, the one his grandfather gave him as a symbol of his authority and connection to the Carter legacy. Without it, he couldn't keep Ethan in check, and Jason wasn't about to let that power slip through his fingers. Ethan leaned against a row of lockers, surrounded by his usual entourage. He spotted Jason, and a sly grin crept across his face. "Look who's decide

The school auditorium buzzed with excitement as students, parents, and faculty gathered for the annual charity auction. Elegant decorations adorned the walls, the warm glow of chandeliers casting a glamorous light over the crowd. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. Jason stood at the entrance, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, feeling a rush of confidence after the incident with Ethan. Beside him was Elena, her presence magnetic, effortlessly drawing glances from everyone in attendance. “Looks like you’re making quite an impression,” Elena remarked, smirking as she surveyed the crowd. “I’ve never seen this many people interested in a charity event before.” Jason chuckled, feeling the buzz of the room. “I think they’re more interested in the drama than the cause,” he replied, his eyes scanning for familiar faces. As they walked through the crowd, Jason caught sight of Ethan surrounded by his family. The Mathews were positioned