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HighSchool of Billionere A Complaints
Although there was a hint of doubt, Arkanza knew he could no longer walk alone. If Aidan truly had important information, this could be the turning point in his quest for revenge. However, Arkanza also realized how dangerous this move was. In a world filled with intrigue like this, who could truly be trusted?After several days of analyzing the data Aidan provided, Arkanza began to notice suspicious patterns. There were transactions that couldn’t be explained, money flowing to unusual places, and connections between people who should not have been linked. All of this pointed to one name that had long been forgotten by Arkanza: Manov. Manov had long been considered his main enemy, but now he started to see that there was something deeper at play.However, the more Arkanza investigated, the more he felt something was off. The information Aidan had given was too easy to find, too perfect. Was Aidan truly trying to help, or was he just trying to deceive Arkanza to gain something bigger?T
HighSchool of Billionere Manov search
The search to find Manov led Arkanza to darker places, places only accessible to those with extraordinary access to the underground world. However, the closer he got, the more Arkanza felt that he was also being hunted. Perhaps Manov was not just hiding in the shadows, but also protecting himself in ways far more organized than he could have imagined.One night, while Arkanza was in his office, he received news from one of his trusted subordinates. There was new information that could lead to Manov's whereabouts. Without hesitation, Arkanza decided to follow up on the lead.However, as Arkanza made his way to the location provided, he was shocked by an unexpected reality. There, he encountered one of his closest allies from the past: Evelyn, a smart and confident woman who he had always considered one of his allies."Evelyn?" Arkanza said in surprise, trying to calm himself despite his anxious heart. "What are you doing here?"Evelyn gave a faint smile, but it felt cold and far from t
HighSchool of Billionere Find out
"So, he's the one controlling everything?" Arkanza whispered to himself. He felt that something was wrong. If his most dangerous enemy was back in the game, it meant everything Arkanza had built could collapse in an instant.Arkanza began to plan his next steps to dig deeper into Damien's background. However, with this, the tension only grew. He knew Damien had a lot of information about him—about his weaknesses. Perhaps, even, Damien had already predicted every move Arkanza would make.As Arkanza delved deeper into Damien's resources, he discovered that Damien had invested a lot of time and effort into building a network of spies and informants spread across the world. Vero didn’t just rely on physical strength, but also his intelligence in controlling a world filled with corruption and betrayal. With his cunning, he was able to access nearly all information, even the most hidden ones.As the first step, Arkanza decided to search for more information about the companies connected to
HighSchool of Billionere Found out?
And with every step Arkanza took, he began to realize one thing he couldn’t forget: the most dangerous enemies aren’t just the ones in front of you, but those hiding in the shadows.The evening sky turned red as the school bell rang, marking the end of a long day at the new school Arkanza had just entered. The body of this teenager carried its own dark story, one of which was his encounter with Enzo, a teacher who used his position to harass his students. Arkanza, with life experiences far more mature than his body, knew he had to be careful.In the now-empty hallway, Enzo’s footsteps grew closer. The teacher greeted him with a suspicious thin smile."Arkanza, do you have a moment? I want to discuss something about your assignment," he said, his voice overly friendly.Arkanza gave him a cold stare. He knew it was just an excuse. Every word that came out of Enzo’s mouth felt like a trap. But this time, he held back his anger. This body wasn’t his own, and if he acted recklessly, his fu
HighSchool of Billionere Suspect?
Arkanza fell silent. He didn’t expect Lilian to notice this change."I don’t know who you really are, but I want to help you," Lilian continued. "I just don’t want to see you hurt again.""You know about Enzo, don’t you?" Arkanza asked.Lilian nodded. "I know what he’s been doing. And I know you’re strong, but you don’t have to face this alone."The days at school grew more exhausting for Arkanza, but one thing that always caught his attention was Lilian’s presence. The younger girl, a junior who always appeared at critical moments, made Arkanza increasingly curious. Every time he faced a problem, especially with Enzo, the teacher who often made him uncomfortable, Lilian always showed up at the right time. Unconsciously, he began to see Lilian not just as a friend or a regular junior, but as someone who knew more about him—or rather, about the body he now inhabited.Enzo, with his cunning, always tried to get close to Arkanza, taking advantage of the situation. One day, after a tense
HighSchool of Billionere Explain
The afternoon, after class ended, Arkanza found Lilian in the school garden. The evening breeze blew gently, and the atmosphere felt calmer than usual. Arkanza knew this was the opportunity to talk further."Lilian, I know you're hiding something. I want to know more. About this body, about my past," Arkanza said, this time more firmly.Lilian looked at him with sharp eyes. "I’ve told you, Arkanza. It’s too dangerous for you to know.""What are you afraid of? What will happen if I find out?" Arkanza asked, his gaze serious, trying to read Lilian’s expression.Lilian paused for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Because you don’t understand how deep this goes. There is a very powerful force behind all of this, and if you keep investigating, you’ll become a target.""Is that why you always protect me? Because you know more?" Arkanza asked, his voice heavy with concern.Lilian nodded slowly. "Yes, Arkanza. I can’t let you fall into a trap that’s been set a long time ago."Arkanza fell silent
HighSchool of Billionere It is clear
On the way home, Lilian walked beside Arkanza, carrying a bag filled with cakes from her parents. They walked in silence for a while before Lilian finally spoke."You seem to be thinking a lot, Arkanza," she said."I'm just feeling... like there's so much I don't understand," Arkanza replied honestly.Lilian looked at him, her expression serious. "You don’t have to understand everything right now. Sometimes, time will answer those questions."Arkanza stopped walking and looked at Lilian. "But you know more than you're letting on, don’t you? About me, about this body."Lilian fell silent, her eyes filled with deep guilt. "I didn’t mean to hide anything. I just... I just don’t want you to get hurt.""Why do you care?" Arkanza asked, his voice louder than he intended.Lilian sighed deeply. "Because I’ve lost someone, Arkanza. Someone who was important to me. And I don’t want to lose anyone again."That answer left Arkanza speechless. He knew Lilian was being truthful, but he also felt th
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
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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
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