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The commotion in the classroom grew. Valerin grabbed a handkerchief from her bag, trying to stop the blood from flowing. But Arkanza's condition only seemed to worsen. Outside the classroom, heavy footsteps and the sound of the door almost being slammed open could be heard. Milan had arrived at the door, his face filled with worry and anger. "I need to get in!" he said firmly. Before Milan could barge in, Vikram stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "Milan, don't make things worse. Do you remember what happened last time?" Vikram said, holding Milan back firmly. Milan glared at Vikram with sharp eyes, almost like a lion ready to pounce. "He needs me now! What if they can't handle it?" Vikram remained calm, even as Milan pushed against him. "The teacher knows what she's doing. Don’t interfere. If you barge in now, it will only add to the problem for him!" Inside the classroom, Mrs. Isla quickly took control. "Valerin, take Arkanza out of the class to the nurse's office. I'll
HighSchool of Billionere quarrel
Milan crouched by the bed, pressing his ear against Arkanza's chest to listen to his breath. "Arkanza, can you hear me?" he whispered gently.But Arkanza didn’t respond. Milan felt a rising panic, his confusion deepening, unsure of what to do.He didn’t know what Anagata and Bagaskara were planning, but his instincts as Arkanza's personal guard made him suspicious of the situation. Milan knew this wasn’t the right time for Arkanza to be around people like them.Quickly, Milan stood up, rushing to the table by the door. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the sweat from Arkanza’s temple. At that moment, Anagata and Bagaskara, who had been whispering, fell silent as they heard the sound of Milan’s movement and realized he was there.Anagata glared at Milan with a look of pure hatred. Bagaskara stood behind him, observing the tense situation. Milan remained standing by the bed, keeping a watchful eye on Arkanza, showing no intention of letting Anagata and Bagaskara get any closer.Anagata step
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"Young Master?" Milan's voice sounded worried, echoing softly in the quiet room. No answer. Milan's concern began to grow. Each passing second felt like lost time. With a heart full of worry, Milan exited the room and hurried down the corridor. Bad thoughts began to creep into his mind. What happened to Arkanza? Where did he go? Milan made his way toward the outside area, his eyes immediately landing on a figure in the distance. Arkanza, walking carefully but steadily, was jogging along the path, wearing simple workout clothes. However, though it seemed ordinary, to Milan, every second without supervision was a moment filled with uncertainty. Milan ran towards Arkanza, his eyes filled with concern. As he almost caught up to him, he called out a little louder than usual. "Young Master!" he called, trying to hold back the rising anxiety. Arkanza stopped for a moment and turned to face him, his face a little pale but looking calm. "Milan, what are you doing here?" Milan stopped a fe
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"I won't talk to you until I get a servant too!" The sound of the door slamming shut startled her slightly. "Norman, we can still talk about this, dear! Please, listen to your mother first!" Maria tried to persuade her youngest child to understand their situation. They were newcomers in the lives of Arkanza and his father, but Norman had an envious nature toward his stepbrother. "Have I been too lenient with Arkanza?" Maria wondered. Ever since Albert was dismissed, Norman kept bringing up the fact that Arkanza always had a servant by his side. "Mom, what are you doing here?" asked a beautiful girl wiping her face with a small towel. It was Sunday, and Amber always spent her mornings on light exercises. "Amber, are you done, dear?" her mother asked. Amber nodded. "I looked for you in the kitchen earlier, but the servant said you went to see Norman. What’s wrong, Mom?" Maria gave a warm smile, shaking her head. "Nothing, Amber. You know how Norman is. I said the wrong
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Arkanza slowly woke up from a deep sleep. The sun was beginning to set, signaling that the afternoon was about to turn into night. On the large bed, his body still lay quietly, as though nothing disturbed him. However, this time Milan, who usually sat by the door of his room waiting for orders or simply to ensure everything was going well, was absent."It feels like I’ve slept too long, but it feels strange. Why is there nothing that crossed my mind this time, not even the body’s memories or nightmares about my past?" Arkanza muttered as he tried to rise from his overly comfortable position.As he sat up, a soft knock came from the door. The door slowly opened, and Milan, his bodyguard, stood in the doorway."Sir, are you alright?" Milan asked with a concerned tone, his face usually cheerful but now slightly worried."I’m fine, Milan. How long have I been asleep?" Arkanza replied while gazing at Milan.Milan raised an eyebrow. "After you came back from the bakery, sir, you spent the e
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Albert glared at Milan sharply. "No, Milan. The young master needs time to recover his body, not jump straight into activities that could be dangerous. You should know that the body needs proper warm-up to avoid injuries."Arkanza raised his hand, stopping their conversation. "Enough, both of you. I'll do the warm-up myself."Not long after, however, Albert and Milan found themselves in a silent competition. Albert suggested they train together, testing each other's abilities. Milan agreed but with one condition: they would race to determine who was more worthy of protecting Arkanza.The first competition began with a race around the field. Arkanza watched with wide eyes. Milan, with his taller frame and visible strength, started off quickly, but Albert, despite his smaller build, chased him with greater agility.The second contest was a test of endurance. They were tasked with running and completing various physical exercises, and Albert appeared to outperform Milan in stamina. Arkan
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That day, the extracurricular football practice was held on a fairly spacious field, with clear weather. Norman Samanta, who was part of the school football team, looked uneasy. His recent days had been filled with dissatisfaction, and this practice seemed to be an outlet for all his frustration. On the field, he saw some of his classmates who were also team members, like Ivan and Ravi, who were increasingly showing their skills in the game.Ivan, a tall and confident teammate, was the most relied upon player on the team. On the other hand, Ravi, another teammate who was always calm and strategic, often acted as the playmaker. Norman often felt like a shadow behind them. They were both players admired by many, while he was only there as a backup player who was sometimes called to play.As the practice started, both of them already demonstrated their quality. Ivan kicked the ball powerfully toward the goal, while Ravi made a clever pass. Norman, although he had trained hard, still felt
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Maria looked at Norman with deep concern. She knew very well how deeply her son felt, but she also understood that Adam wouldn't easily give his approval. Adam was very wise and cautious when it came to decisions involving servants or household staff, especially considering their family’s rather complex situation."Alright, my son, calm down. I will talk to your father. But remember, don’t let your desire make you forget what we already have. This is not just about the things or people you want, but also about how we respect one another."Norman lowered his head, calming himself for a moment. Although his heart was still filled with frustration, he felt a bit relieved knowing that Maria didn’t dismiss his desire. Slowly, he nodded, as if accepting that everything takes time and process.“Alright, Mom. I’ll wait. I hope they’re better than Milan or Albert.” Norman said quietly, but the disappointment in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared.Arkanza massaged his temples softly, "Final
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"I just wanted to return the book you lent me yesterday. Thank you, it was really interesting." Lilian placed the book on his desk and sat in the seat next to him.Across the room, Valerie watched the scene with a cold gaze. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself by writing in her notebook, but her fingers paused halfway."Why is she always around him?" Valerie muttered quietly to herself.Valerie had long harbored feelings for Arkanza. Though she never expressed it directly, she always made sure to be by his side, both as a friend and a support in various things. But since Lilian had come into the picture, Arkanza's attention had become divided, and that made Valerie feel sidelined.Every time she saw Lilian talking to Arkanza, Valerie felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to ignore those feelings, convincing herself that Lilian had no ill intentions. But the more she saw their closeness, the harder it was to suppress her jealousy."Valerie, are you okay?" one of her f
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“Thank you,” Arkanza replied curtly, trying to keep his tone neutral.Lilian sat beside him, her face as cheerful as ever. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been daydreaming a lot lately.”Arkanza sighed. “Life. Sometimes it’s too complicated to understand.”Lilian gave a small smile. “Life is like that. But you don’t have to face it alone, Arkanza. Sometimes, sharing helps.”Her words sounded genuine, and for a moment, Arkanza was tempted to open up. But he knew better. He couldn’t trust Lilian completely—not yet.As days passed, Arkanza found himself talking to Lilian more often. They sat together during breaks, shared snacks, or simply chatted casually in the school garden. Lilian often talked about her life at home, about her family running a small bakery near the city center.“My parents are hard workers,” Lilian said one day. “But they always make sure I have time to study and do the things I love.”Arkanza looked at her curiously. “They sound like good people.”“They are,” Lilian re
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Lilian appeared seemingly out of nowhere, glaring at the teacher with an unusual sharpness in her eyes.Enzo looked momentarily startled but didn’t back down. “Oh, it’s you again. What is it?” he asked, stepping closer.Lilian stood firm. “I heard Miss Isla is looking for you. She said it’s urgent.”Arkanza felt an unexpected sense of relief. Once again, Lilian had come to his aid. Even though he couldn’t show much gratitude, he sensed something profound in her actions—something he couldn’t easily understand.“What is it you really want from me?” Arkanza asked after a brief silence.Lilian glanced at him before turning back to Enzo. “You’d better go now, or Miss Isla might get upset. It seems important,” she said flatly. Without waiting for Enzo’s response, she pulled Arkanza away.In his mind, Arkanza began to wonder: Why did Lilian always appear in these critical moments? There had to be more to it than just good intentions. Lilian seemed to know something she wasn’t revealing.In t
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But Arkanza wasn’t satisfied with that answer. Why did Lilian always appear at critical moments like this?Suspicious ObservationsDays passed, yet the question lingered in Arkanza’s mind. He began to observe Lilian’s movements around the school. She was often seen watching him from afar, but every time he tried to approach her, Lilian disappeared into the crowd.One day, the opportunity arose. In a quiet library, Arkanza found Lilian reading a thick book on psychology.“You always show up at the right time. Are you a spy or something?” Arkanza joked, though he was half-serious.Lilian looked up, smiling faintly. “Maybe I just care.”“Care? Why?”Lilian closed her book and fixed her gaze on Arkanza with an inscrutable expression. “Because I know what it’s like to be in that position. I don’t want to see bad things happen again.”Her answer only deepened Arkanza’s suspicion. He wanted to press further, but Lilian stood up. “I have to go. See you around, Arkanza.”He could only watch as
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With unwavering resolve, Arkanza pushed forward. But he was also acutely aware that the deeper he probed, the greater the danger he faced. Damien had the power to destroy everything Arkanza had built, and beyond that, his network could crush anyone who dared to stand in his way.Weeks later, Arkanza received shocking news. He learned that Damien had infiltrated his network—even some of his most trusted allies had betrayed him and sided with Damien. Hearing this, Arkanza realized that his future was in jeopardy. He would not only have to confront Damien directly but also fight against those who had once stood by his side.The only way to uncover Damien’s plan was to face him in person, but Arkanza knew the confrontation would not be easy. If Damien truly knew his every move, every step Arkanza took would be under careful scrutiny.Taking a significant risk, Arkanza decided to meet Damien face-to-face, hoping to uncover who was truly pulling the strings. He knew the meeting would be per
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One night, while in his study, Arkanza received a message from one of his trusted subordinates. There was new information that could lead to Malov’s location. Without hesitation, Arkanza decided to follow the lead.But when Arkanza arrived at the location, he was met with an unexpected reality. There, he encountered someone he had once trusted deeply: Evelyn, a brilliant and confident woman he had always considered an ally.“Evelyn?” Arkanza asked in shock, trying to steady himself despite the turmoil in his heart. “What are you doing here?”Evelyn offered a faint smile, cold and devoid of the warmth they once shared.“I didn’t expect you to come, Arkanza. But I suppose this is as good a time as any for a conversation.”“A conversation?” Arkanza felt a chill run through him. “What’s going on? What are you hiding, Evelyn?”Evelyn chuckled softly, her laughter carrying an edge of disdain.“I’m no one now, Arkanza. I’m just playing a much larger game. Malov is the only one who knows wh
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However, the deeper Arkanza delved, the more he felt something was off. The information Aidan provided was too easy to find, too perfect. Was Aidan truly trying to help, or was he merely leading Arkanza into a larger trap?That evening, Arkanza met Aidan again at the same location. This time, the atmosphere between them was tense.“I’ve analyzed the data, Aidan. Something’s not right. It’s all too perfect. Are you really helping me, or are you setting me up for something bigger?” Arkanza asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Aidan hesitated for a moment, seemingly shaken by the question. “What are you implying?” he asked, his voice slightly trembling.“This data is too structured, too deliberate. I don’t know if you’re truly trying to help me or if you’re working for someone more powerful than Smith. Don’t think I’m a fool, Aidan,” Arkanza said sharply, scrutinizing Aidan’s every move.Aidan looked confused and slightly anxious. “Arkanza, I… I just want you to know the truth. I’m tr
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As he moved further into the room, he spotted a familiar figure in front of him—Malov. The man who had once been his closest ally now stood among individuals who seemed to wield power beyond comprehension.Malov’s gaze met Arkanza’s, expressionless as if he didn’t recognize him. Yet Arkanza could see something dark in his eyes—something that had transformed Malov into someone unrecognizable.“Arkanza,” Malov said in a low voice. “You’ve come all this way just to see this?”A faint smile crossed Malov’s face, and in that moment, Arkanza realized this was not the same Malov he once knew. The man before him was a traitor, vastly different from the friend who had once stood by his side.“Don’t try to hide what you’ve done, Malov,” Arkanza said firmly. “I know who’s behind all this. And I will stop it.”Malov merely smiled. “You’re too late, Arkanza. Everything has already changed. The truth you’re seeking… is far out of reach.”The meeting had just begun, and Arkanza knew this was only th
The Path to Hidden Truths
Arkanza’s search had taken him far from what he had initially imagined. At first, he had sought only to exact revenge on Adam Smith, the man who had betrayed him and taken away his power. But the deeper he dug, the more mysteries he uncovered, drawing him into a conspiracy far greater than he had anticipated. One note, found in a hidden archive, became the starting point for investigating an unexpected and secretive organization.The note was written in nearly illegible handwriting, as though someone had intentionally tried to conceal their identity. However, upon closer inspection, Arkanza was able to piece it together into something larger. Hidden within the words was confusing information about an organization he had never imagined—an entity seemingly beyond Adam Smith’s control. This organization appeared to have played a role in shaping his life and, more shockingly, in the downfall of the group he had built and even in his supposed death.After nights of analysis, Arkanza knew t