There was a ripple of murmurs as many of them looked at me and wondered what I was doing. I could see Jeremiah's confidence faltering a bit. "That should be around seven million dollars, Mr Pontius." The voice said through the speaker, and the crowd gasped again. I could see the educators whispering, the workers talking, and even the deans were not left behind. But it was a free world. All of them were entitled to their own opinions about it. "Is that the final price?" I asked again, trying to be sure I heard correctly. "Do you think he can pay that amount of money?" "Don't make me laugh. Even the mighty Jeremiah Johnson cannot pay that. I know his father is rich, but he is nothing without him." Another said Jeremiah looked back, glancing toward the crowd almost like he could hear what was said about him. "Yes, Mr Pontius. The house was bought by Clark Johnson, and it is on the auction list. I think that is the asking price for it." The voice replied back. "Fine. I will be sen

My phone rang, and I saw it was my mum. I knew what she was going to say. I had bought the house back, and I knew she was going to ask how I got the money. My face changed all of a sudden when I saw her call. I knew I had to tell her how I got the money, contrary to what the system told me."What is it?" Cassie said slowly, looking at my face. "My mum, she..." I took a pause when I noticed the poker face Cassie had on. "What is that?" I asked, staring at her face. "I can't believe you are scared of your mum." Cassie looked at me, her face showing she was about to smile again. "Because she is my mother." I said, throwing my hands in the air. But then it occurred that Cassie was rich. My mother would believe she paid for the house if I told her she was my girlfriend. "Don't look at me like that. You always have terrible ideas when you do." Cassie said, looking at me, and I burst into another round of laughter. "What is it?" Cassie asked. "Can you do it?" I looked at her face.

The hallway felt like a graveyard. A student asking his educators and deans to bow before him. It was the end of the world, or should I say the end of Jeremiah's reign? Even Jeremiah had never asked Mr Frank to bow before him. Should I say he lacks the courage, or does he lack wealth?Well, I was having the money, but the power? No! I wonder why Mr Frank would walk into the cafeteria and now at my feet. I was actually calculating and wondering what I was going to tell Layla about my wealth, but then Mr Frank made it easy. Thomas was still in shock when the door opened and things got a bit interesting. Felicia Hudson. She was the daughter of Mr Frank; she was beautiful, and many of the guys avoided her because of her cold and icy attitude. She was more like Cassie Kline. I would have loved to date her and make Layla jealous, but then her father was an errands dog for Jeremiah and his father. There was no way it would work. Her scent and cologne filled the room. Her face flared