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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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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
encouragement
Not long after the fire, the police began investigating the incident. Several eyewitnesses who saw Norman and Amber leaving their residence that night contacted the authorities. Soon, officers arrived in patrol cars, and in an instant, they were cornered. Norman and Amber could no longer escape reality. They knew there was no way they could get away with it. The truth had been exposed, and they had to face the punishment that awaited them. With their hands cuffed, they were taken to the police station. Amber could only lower her head, unable to meet Norman’s gaze. Tears still streamed down her cheeks. Norman, though appearing strong, couldn’t suppress the tightness in his chest. Everything they had done, everything they had fought for, had ultimately led to destruction. In the interrogation room, they sat across from the officers. Outside, the sounds of sirens and the hurried footsteps of busy officers filled the air. But inside that quiet room, there was only an overwhelming si
lost
The sky above him appeared blurred, swirling like a watercolor painting dissolving in time. Arkanza stood in the middle of a vast, empty land. This place was strange—there were no boundaries, no other sounds except for a faint heartbeat coming from somewhere unknown.He didn’t remember how he got here. All he knew was that his body felt light, as if he was no longer part of the real world."So, we finally meet again," a voice sounded from behind him.Arkanza turned around and saw a familiar figure. Lev Bodgan stood there, a faint smile on his lips, hands tucked into his pockets. His dark eyes gazed at Arkanza with deep meaning."Lev…" Arkanza's voice was hoarse, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.Lev shrugged. "I’ve been waiting for you."Arkanza frowned. "Waiting for me? For what?"Lev didn’t answer right away. He simply looked at Arkanza for a moment before walking slowly, gesturing for him to follow.Arkanza stepped behind him, trying to make sense of the strange feeling wei
finally arkanza realized
A few days later, Arkanza opened his eyes. The white hospital ceiling greeted him. His body felt heavy, but there was a warmth accompanying him. Maria sat beside his bed, asleep with her head resting on the mattress. Arkanza stared at her for a long time. She was still alive. That meant their leap had succeeded. Unconsciously, a small smile formed on his lips. Beside him, Maria woke up, gazing at him with teary eyes. "You're awake..." her voice was soft. Arkanza tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out. Maria reached out and held his hand tightly. "Rest. I'm here." Arkanza closed his eyes. Though his body ached, he felt a warmth he had never known before—the warmth of a mother. That morning, the sky was clear despite the gentle breeze sweeping through the ruins of the Smith residence. The grand house that once stood firm now lay in blackened debris, consumed by the fire from the previous night. Norman and Amber stood before the ruins of their home, frozen as
arkanza in coma again
The hospital atmosphere felt silent, with only the hurried footsteps and the hum of medical machines filling every corner of the room. That day, Barak felt as if the world he knew had changed, spinning out of control. Though his body was still weak and slightly disoriented, he knew there was one thing he had to do—visit the hospital, the place that now stood as a silent witness to the battle between life and death he had just faced. Barak woke up in a hospital bed, his eyes heavy, and his head still slightly dizzy. However, his thoughts immediately drifted to the one thing that troubled him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pristine white ceiling and smelled the sharp scent of antiseptic. He vividly remembered the incident that had brought him here—a crash that had changed his life in an instant. The most striking thing was someone he cared about. The incident had not only altered his life but had also left a mark on his heart. Someone he cherished was now fighting for their life
Adam Smith's Homecoming
Rushed footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor. Adam walked quickly, his sharp eyes scanning every room he passed. His heart felt heavy. He needed to make sure that the people most precious to him were safe.When he reached Arkanza’s hospital room, Adam didn’t hesitate—he pushed the door open.Inside, Maria sat beside Arkanza’s bed, her face pale and exhausted. Her hands clutched Arkanza’s, which remained motionless as he lay unconscious.Without a word, Adam moved toward Maria and pulled her into his embrace.Maria was startled, but her body was too drained to resist. In Adam’s arms, her tense form gradually relaxed. There was warmth in his embrace, something reassuring amid the devastation they had endured.Adam pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, trying to soothe her. Maria closed her eyes, feeling the tremors in him—the pain he carried.They had lost everything—their home was now nothing but rubble and ashes.Chapter 2: Unanswered AnxietyMaria took a deep breath, ga