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The rain had just stopped when a sleek black luxury car smoothly entered the Smith family estate. Two escort vehicles followed closely behind, signaling that someone influential had arrived. A driver swiftly stepped out and opened the rear door, revealing a young woman in a long cream-colored coat that draped over her elegant dress.Valerie stepped out of the car gracefully, her eyes scanning the grandeur of the Smith residence before confidently striding forward. Several servants who happened to be in the courtyard exchanged glances, clearly not expecting such an esteemed guest.From the second-floor balcony, Maria Smith observed Valerie’s arrival with a furrowed brow. She was familiar with many elites, but Valerie’s presence, along with her escorts, was slightly unexpected. Not many dared to come to the Smith estate with an entourage like that.However, as Valerie's face became clearer, Maria slowly began to understand the situation. This young woman was no ordinary visitor. With a
HighSchool of Billionere tour
Almost a month had passed since Arkanza had last attended his lectures due to family matters (his punishment). When he finally returned to campus, the atmosphere felt slightly different. Some students glanced his way, while others whispered about him in hushed tones. He was used to being the center of attention, but this time, it wasn’t because of his status as the heir of the Smith family—it was because of his prolonged absence.That morning, a professor announced that business students would be going on a visit to a well-known business museum in the city. The museum not only showcased the history of economic and industrial development but also featured interactive sessions with several renowned business figures.After the meeting ended, Arkanza prepared to head to the parking lot. However, Milan, his ever-loyal attendant, was already standing near the luxurious car that Arkanza usually used.“Young Master, I’ve prepared the car for the trip to the museum,” Milan said with a responsi
HighSchool of Billionere Arkanza was kidnapped
Arkanza stepped off the bus casually. After the trip to the business museum, he felt slightly lighter, as if the burden on his mind had lifted for a moment. However, the moment his feet touched the campus ground, a bad feeling crept into his mind.He glanced around. The sun was almost setting, casting long shadows between the campus buildings. The students who had joined the tour had already dispersed to their respective destinations. Some walked toward the dormitories, while others were engaged in conversations in front of the main building.Arkanza slid his hands into his pockets, intending to head straight to the parking lot. However, as he passed through a deserted corridor behind the faculty building, his steps halted.Four men stood there, casually leaning against the wall. They were dressed like ordinary students, but there was something in their eyes that felt off.Arkanza glanced back. The path he had just walked was now empty.He let out a breath. "What do you want?" he aske
HighSchool of Billionere enemy in the smith family
The room fell silent again after the alarm blared. Arkanza steadied his breathing, gripping the knife he had just taken from one of Rian’s unconscious men on the floor. However, he knew that continuing to fight would only drain his energy. If he wanted to get out safely, he needed a plan.He glanced at the broken plastic handcuffs, then looked toward the still-open door. Footsteps were approaching, and the voices of armed men echoed down the hallway. If he fought again now, he would run out of strength before he could escape.I have to endure.In an instant, Arkanza made his decision. He dropped the knife onto the floor, exhaled deeply, and slumped against the wall as if he had lost all his strength. The wounds on his body would make his act more convincing.Seconds later, four men rushed in. They saw their unconscious comrade before turning to Arkanza, who appeared helpless in the corner of the room."You bastard!" one of them cursed. "He tried to escape!""Should we just finish him
HighSchool of Billionere keep this a secret from my family
The night sky was still dark when Arkanza sneaked into the Smith residence. He moved cautiously, avoiding the glare of security cameras and patrolling guards. The rarely used back route was his choice. Every step felt heavy, not just from exhaustion but also from the throbbing pain of the wounds scattered across his body.Once inside the house, he headed straight for his room. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. His hands trembled as he locked the door from the inside. Only then did he take off the black jacket clinging to his body. The fabric was soaked in blood—some his own, some from… someone else. With a rough motion, he threw the jacket into the corner of the room.His body burned with heat. The wounds he had sustained had yet to stop bleeding completely. But before he could clean himself up, there was something more important to take care of. Quickly, Arkanza reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small object wrapped in black cloth. He stared at it
HighSchool of Billionere reason
That morning, the sun began to show its light, illuminating the vast courtyard of the Smith residence. However, for Arkanza, the morning light did not bring warmth. His body still ached from the wounds he had hidden. A full night’s sleep was not enough to restore his condition.Albert was still watching him with suspicion, but he didn’t ask any further. He kept his promise to keep Arkanza’s condition a secret—at least for now. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t have questions swirling in his mind.Arkanza slowly got out of bed. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he forced himself to stay upright. Today, he had to go to campus as usual. There was no reason to stay home and attract more attention from the Smith family.After getting ready, he put on a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket to cover the wounds on his body. His steps felt heavier than usual as he walked out of his room.Albert, who was standing by the door, simply stared at him in silence."Are you sure you can g
HighSchool of Billionere terrible dinner
After that afternoon conversation, Adam entered his study and immediately contacted someone. His voice was low and firm, but the content of the discussion was unclear to anyone in the house. Arkanza, still trying to calm his mind, didn’t think much about it.Time passed quickly, and as evening approached, the servants began setting the dining table. As usual, dinner at the Smith residence was served with grandeur. Expensive porcelain plates filled with appetizing dishes were neatly arranged, the crystal chandelier above the table cast a soft glow, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.Although his body still ached, Arkanza came to the dining table as usual. Sitting in his usual seat, he only wanted to finish this meal quickly and return to his room to rest.Albert was there too, seated not far from him. The man occasionally glanced at Arkanza as if debating whether to say something or remain silent. However, when Adam finally took his seat, all conversation ceased.“Enjoy your
HighSchool of Billionere follower memories
Arkanza gasped for breath. His breathing was still heavy after what had just happened at the dining table. His body leaned against the bedroom wall while his mind drifted to the recent events. His hands clutched the blanket wrapped around his legs, but the cold still seeped deep into his bones.Slowly, his mind traveled far into the past, back to a life before he became part of the Smith family. To a time when he was not Arkanza Lev Bogdan, but Arkanza Mahogra.Snow fell heavily on the narrow streets lined with old buildings. The freezing night air pierced through, making anyone without shelter shiver to the bone. Yet, a small boy in tattered clothes and a frail body endured, crouching beside a trash bin filled with leftover food.His trembling hands dug through the contents, searching for anything still edible. His stomach had long been empty, and all he could do was hope for crumbs of bread or something to fill his belly tonight.That boy was Adam.Just as his fingers found somethin
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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
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