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HighSchool of Billionere Valerie is jealous?
"But she’s not the only friend you have, is she?" Valerie asked, her tone sharper."Valerie, this isn’t about picking sides. I value both of you," Arkanza replied calmly, though he was starting to feel uncomfortable.Before Valerie could respond, Lilian came back, as if to make sure everything was fine.Valerie glared at Lilian, her eyes filled with emotion. "Lilian, don’t you have any other friends besides Arkanza? Why are you always with him?"Lilian was taken aback by the accusation. "I... I didn’t mean anything by it. I just...""Just what? Just trying to steal his attention?" Valerie cut in."Valerie!" Arkanza said, his voice louder, trying to stop the argument. "What are you doing? Lilian hasn’t done anything wrong.""Really?" Valerie glared at Arkanza, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "You don’t even realize how she’s taking advantage of your kindness."Lilian lowered her gaze, feeling guilty, even though she didn’t know what she was supposed to apologize for. "I didn’t m
HighSchool of Billionere revenge for enzo
The school hallway felt eerily quiet as Arkanza stood in one corner. The sunlight streaming through the windows only highlighted the seriousness etched on his face. In his right hand, he held his phone, while a small microphone was neatly tucked into his pocket. Weeks of meticulous planning had led to this moment, and now, everything was on the verge of execution. "Just one more step, wait and see, you pathetic excuse for a teacher," he muttered under his breath. Enzo, a teacher infamous for his cruel and manipulative ways, was his target. The man had caused countless students to suffer, including Arkanza himself, and he was certain that he wasn’t the only one. Unfair policies, threats of low grades, blatant extortion, and even harassment were part of Enzo's modus operandi. Yet, no one dared to fight back—until Arkanza decided to take the first step. "This isn’t just about me," Arkanza whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the silent hallway. "This is for every student h
HighSchool of Billionere Change schools?
"Arkanza," the principal began with a calm yet firm tone, "after considering all the complaints we've received from Norman, Amber, and several other students, we have decided to transfer you to another school."Arkanza fell silent, trying to process those words. Norman and Amber smirked slightly, satisfied that their plan had succeeded."I'm being transferred?" Arkanza asked softly.The principal nodded. "This isn't a punishment, Arkanza. We just feel that this environment might no longer support your development. The new school offers an approach more suitable to your needs."Arkanza said nothing. He knew it would be futile to argue against the decision.Arkanza's last day at his old school was filled with mixed emotions. Some friends who had always supported him felt sad upon hearing about his transfer. However, there were also those who secretly felt relieved, viewing Arkanza as a magnet for trouble that was better off leaving."You're really leaving, Kan?" asked Valerie, one of hi
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
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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
sky in autumn
The autumn wind blew gently as Arkanza rode his motorcycle toward Barak’s basecamp. The road was relatively quiet, accompanied only by the rustling of fallen leaves and the steady hum of the engine. He knew this might be a crazy idea—inviting Barak to swim at the beach in autumn. But if today was his last day with his friend, he wanted to make it memorable.Barak’s basecamp was located in an abandoned warehouse they had transformed into a small headquarters. As Arkanza arrived, he noticed a few of Barak’s men practicing martial arts in the yard.“Is the boss inside?” Arkanza asked one of them.The man glanced at him and nodded. “Yeah, he’s in his office.”Without hesitation, Arkanza stepped inside. The room was as messy as ever, cluttered with various items strewn across the table and floor. In the center of the room, Barak sat in his chair, reading something on his phone.As soon as he saw Arkanza, he grinned. “Long time no see, my friend.”Arkanza smiled. “It has been a while. That’
the last day with valerie
After leaving the bakery, Arkanza headed straight to his next destination—his old campus.Valerie was a confident woman who always carried herself with elegance.Arkanza stood in front of the old campus gate, where so many memories remained. The afternoon air was warm, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of grass and flowers from the campus garden. In front of him, the buildings that once felt so familiar now seemed slightly foreign. But one thing hadn’t changed—the presence of the person he was looking for.He stepped inside, walking through hallways filled with students busy with their own affairs. Making his way toward the back garden, a place they used to frequent, he spotted Valerie sitting on a wooden bench, engrossed in a book beneath the shade of a large tree.Arkanza smiled. Just like old times."Valerie," he called softly.Valerie lifted her head, and the moment her eyes landed on him, she froze before a wide smile spread across her face. "Arkanza?!"Arkanza chuckled. "Y
a farewell at the bakery
Arkanza stood in front of the small bakery, where the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, spreading even to the sidewalk. Through the glass display window, he could see Lilian busy serving customers, her warm smile as welcoming as ever. She hadn’t changed much since the last time they met—still graceful in her simplicity.Taking a deep breath, Arkanza stepped inside. The small bell above the door chimed softly, drawing Lilian’s attention. As she turned toward him, their eyes met for a moment. Then, her eyes widened in disbelief."Senior?" she said softly, her voice filled with surprise.Arkanza nodded and walked closer. "Hey, Vivian. Long time no see."Lilian blinked before letting out a small smile. "You still can’t say my name properly. I never thought you’d come here. I figured… you were too busy to remember this place.""I never forgot," Arkanza replied sincerely. "This place… and you, they’ve always been a part of my memories."Lilian looked at him with an unreadab
pressure from various directions
In a city far from Adam Smith's headquarters, one of his branch offices was in turmoil. That morning, the atmosphere inside the office was different from usual. There were no ringing phones, no employees busy typing reports, no transactions being processed. Instead, outside the building, dozens of employees gathered with faces full of anger and frustration.They were not working. They were on strike.Among the crowd, a man named Rudi—the head of the finance division at the branch office—tried to calm his colleagues, but it was in vain."We haven't received our salaries for two months! How are we supposed to keep working if we can't even meet our basic needs?" one of the employees shouted."That's right! I have children to feed! How much longer are we supposed to endure this?" another added."If we don’t get any certainty, we might as well quit!"The protests grew louder. Some employees even held up simple banners that read PAY OUR SALARIES!Inside the building, the branch office manag
pandora's box
During the lunch break, Arkanza walked down the campus corridor, which was starting to empty. Other students were either at the canteen or gathering with their friends, but not Arkanza. He had other plans. His steps were light, yet his mind heavy. The envelope given by Roderick was still securely tucked in his jacket pocket."So, this is the place Isabella used to frequent…" he muttered while gazing at the old building that had long been abandoned.It had once been the old library before the campus renovated and moved all its collections to a new building. Now, only dust and memories remained here.Arkanza touched the small necklace around his neck—a tiny silver key that he always kept."If that thing really is here, I hope I find it soon."This building was the last location mentioned in the information Roderick gave him. Isabella often came here before she disappeared. What was she hiding? What has been kept from him all this time?Carefully, Arkanza stepped inside.Dust flew up as
important information
Arkanza stepped out of the building in a hurry, his black suit billowing slightly in the night breeze. His expression was unreadable, but his movements were filled with urgency. Milan and Albert, his two most trusted men, were already waiting near the car. “Young Master, where are you going?” Milan asked, his brows furrowed in suspicion. Arkanza sighed. “I just need to go out for a bit.” That answer only made Milan and Albert more eager to follow him. “We’re coming with you,” Albert said firmly. Arkanza glanced at them briefly, wanting to refuse, but he knew there was no use arguing with these two. They were stubborn. “Fine,” he finally relented. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, satisfied that their plan had worked. Vikram, already seated behind the wheel, sighed tiredly at the antics of the two bodyguards. The moment they got in, they immediately fought over who would sit next to Arkanza. “Out,” Arkanza said flatly before stepping out of the car. Milan and Albe
the destruction of loyal followers
Arkanza sat behind the large desk in his office, his sharp gaze fixed on the report that had just been handed to him. His expression remained calm, but his fingers lightly tapped the desk—a sign that his mind was working fast. “So, Adam really met them?” he asked without looking up from the report. One of his men, a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in all black, nodded. “Yes, sir. Adam Smith met Lev Bogdan’s followers. They offered him help to deal with the attacks on his company, but under one heavy condition—he had to hand you over, along with all the assets Isabella left behind.” Arkanza’s eyes narrowed. That was an outrageous demand. “Did Adam accept their offer?” “No,” the man answered swiftly. “He refused to give you up, even if it meant his company would fall.” Arkanza leaned back in his chair, his gaze growing even colder. Adam might not be his biological father, but he was the only family figure he had. However, the fact that Lev Bogdan’s followers dared to dema
the price of an achievement
Adam sat in his office, his face tense. Several computer screens in front of him displayed erratic graphs, constantly shifting numbers, and flashing red warnings. His company's security system was under attack by an unknown force. Every effort his IT team had made to fend off the assault seemed futile.“We've tried everything, sir,” his head of IT said desperately. “But this isn’t an ordinary attack. This is a highly complex and organized system. If we don’t find a solution soon, the company’s critical data could be leaked, and worse, our financial system could be completely paralyzed.”Adam let out a heavy sigh. One name flashed in his mind—Lev Bogdan.Lev Bogdan was a mysterious figure who controlled an underground network with loyal followers spread across various sectors. They were the ones who had the power to counter this high-level cyberattack. But approaching them was no easy task. And if he sought their help, there would undoubtedly be a price to pay.Adam stared intently at