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HighSchool of Billionere The bakery that attracts
Arkanza was hesitant at first, but he eventually accepted the invitation. Lillian's house was not large, but it felt warm and full of love. Her parents welcomed Arkanza warmly, and the dinner was filled with laughter and stories. "You come to our shop quite often," Lillian's mother said while serving a warm bowl of soup. "We’re glad to have loyal customers like you." "Your bread is delicious," Arkanza praised sincerely. Lillian's family made him feel accepted—something he rarely felt, even in his own home. Arkanza’s regular visits to the bakery and Lillian’s home became an important part of his life. Amid the academic pressures and his family's high expectations, he found a place where he could simply be himself. Lillian and her family taught him about warmth and sincerity—qualities he had rarely encountered in his previous life. However, Arkanza knew that this friendship also served as a reminder for him to keep striving to be a better person, both for himself and for t
HighSchool of Billionere Norman is grateful
One day, as they sat in the school garden, Norman spoke in a tone more serious than usual, "I know you probably don’t like me being here, but I just want to say… thank you." Arkanza looked at him, confused. "For what?" "For not giving up on me," Norman replied with a small smile. Hearing this, Arkanza felt a glimmer of hope that Norman could change. Despite their challenging journey, he began to believe that Norman could become a better friend—if given the chance. Norman’s presence at the new school brought new colors to Arkanza’s life. Although Norman still caused trouble at times, he started learning from Arkanza about responsibility and loyalty. On the other hand, Arkanza felt that Norman's presence was a test for him to keep growing. Though often annoyed, he knew that Norman brought valuable lessons about friendship and patience. Under the orange hues of the evening sky, the two walked home together, chatting about anything and everything. Despite the uncertainties ahe
HighSchool of Billionere Lilian's explanation
One night, after finding an important document at the city library, they finally gained a clearer picture. "The Lyonhart family lost everything after that conflict," Lillian said as she read the document. "They were forced to live simply and hide their identities to avoid becoming targets." "My family also suffered huge losses," Arkanza added. "Maybe that's why my family is so hard on our generation. They don’t want to lose what's left." Lillian nodded slowly. "So, it's not our fault, but we're the ones bearing the consequences." Although their relationship grew closer, there was an unavoidable tension. Their family history carried shadows of resentment that were hard to ignore. "Do you think we can really forget that past?" Lillian asked one day. "I don’t know," Arkanza answered honestly. "But I do know one thing—I don’t want our friendship to fall apart because of old stories." Lillian smiled faintly. "Me neither. Maybe we can start a new chapter for our families." U
HighSchool of Billionere investigation
Arkanza sat in front of his monitor, focusing intently on the financial data sprawled before him. Every figure, every transaction, seemed to be laced with deceit. All of it was the result of Adam Smith's efforts to obscure the trail of his criminal activities. Yet, after months of piecing together this puzzle, Arkanza felt he was closer than ever to the answers he sought.Behind him, the sound of a door opening caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Sophia, a woman who had once been one of his best analysts, standing there with a serious expression. Arkanza nodded, signaling her to sit down.“I’ve found some suspicious things,” Sophia said, opening her laptop and connecting it to the projector. “There are several transactions that clearly don’t match our financial records. This doesn’t seem like a simple case of funds diversion.”Arkanza scrutinized the data displayed on the screen. Account numbers and dates from long ago linked several companies under Adam Smith’s control. But
HighSchool of Billionere invention
Arkanza nodded, fixing his gaze on Edwin. “It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken, but I need clarity now. Something is very wrong. Adam Smith isn’t the only threat.”“That’s true,” Edwin replied. “There’s someone very close to you who’s been steering our group in the wrong direction. This person has significant influence and has been working behind the scenes, manipulating us all.”Arkanza narrowed his eyes, shocked. Who could it be? He tried to recall the faces of those who had once stood by him, the people he had trusted implicitly.“I think I know who you mean,” Arkanza said slowly. “But I want to hear more from you.”Anna, a former intelligence expert in their group, stepped forward and pulled out a set of documents from her bag. “These documents show that someone close to you, someone with substantial influence in our strategies, has been colluding with outside parties. They’re likely responsible for many of the losses we’ve suffered in recent months, and they were also involv
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere enemy in the Blanket
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
HighSchool of Billionere arkanza discovered
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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last end
In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
death of arkanza
While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
next part of traitor
Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
traitor
"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
final
mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
more clear
Dusk had not fully fallen when Milan briskly walked down the long corridor leading to Albert’s study. His steps were heavy, filled with a fury he could barely contain. In his hand, he tightly gripped a letter he had found in Arkanza’s room. A short message—an unmistakable sign that Arkanza had decided to leave. To leave him. And Milan had no doubt who was behind that sudden decision."You’re the one who influenced him, aren’t you?" Milan accused bluntly the moment he entered Albert’s room.Albert, calmly seated behind his desk, met Milan’s gaze with sharp but cold eyes. “What are you implying, Milan?”“Don’t play dumb! Arkanza left because of you! You’ve been filling his head with nonsense, making him believe this place isn’t for him!”“That’s not true,” Albert replied calmly. “Arkanza made that decision on his own. I never forced him to leave.”“But you were always with him, whispering things that made him doubt me! You wanted to separate us!”Before Albert could respond, Vikram ente
liberation
The room was dim. Only the glow from the surveillance screens illuminated Milan and Vikram’s serious faces. Their eyes were fixed on the live footage from various corners of the now-empty Smith residence—silent, and almost like a museum of memories. They knew Arkanza would come. They also knew this was no ordinary meeting.Footsteps approached. Then the door opened.“So you two are here,” Arkanza’s voice was calm, but carried a pressure that made both men instantly stand straight.Arkanza stepped in, dressed entirely in black, a long cloak billowing behind him. His face was different—not the lost young man he once was, but someone who knew where he was going, and more importantly: who his enemy was.“Young master, what are you doing here?” Milan spoke softly, relief in his voice.Vikram remained silent, his eyes sharply observing Arkanza’s every move. The tension in the air was subtle, yet suffocating.“I’d like a moment of your time,” said Arkanza. He stopped right in front of them,
a question whose answer is definite
The bathroom was filled with the soft scent of soap as Albert helped Arkanza remove his night robe. The warm light from the ceiling lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. Albert always worked efficiently, his movements practiced and unwavering. But this time, something felt different—like an invisible weight lingering between them.As Albert touched Arkanza’s arm to help him into the bathtub, Arkanza suddenly spoke."Albert," he called, his voice quiet but clear.Albert turned, his expression attentive. "Yes, Sir?"Arkanza stared at the water rippling on the surface of the tub, creating a slightly distorted reflection. "How long have we known each other?"Albert was slightly surprised by the question, but he answered in his usual neutral tone. "Since we were children, Sir."Arkanza nodded slowly, as if he had expected that answer. "And how long have you served me?""For as long as I can remember," Albert replied without hesitation. "My life was always meant to serve you, Sir."Somethin