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HighSchool of Billionere A peaceful home
Adam glanced at his phone screen, his face turning serious. “Who is it this time,” he muttered, then stood and walked away from the dining table.Norman and Amber exchanged knowing looks, their expressions revealing what they already expected. The happiness they had felt the night before slowly faded. They knew what this meant—Adam was being called away for work again.A few minutes later, Adam returned to the table with a serious expression. He sat down, anxiously rubbing his face with his hands.“There’s a big problem at the office,” he said, his firm voice laced with tension.Maria looked at her husband with concern. “What kind of problem, honey?”Adam sighed. “One of our biggest clients in New York just canceled a deal. This project could collapse if I don’t step in immediately.”Amber responded immediately, her tone tinged with disappointment. “So, you have to leave again?”Adam nodded slowly, trying to force a small smile. “I have to. This is a major project, very important for
HighSchool of Billionere Investigate
The bedroom door opened, and Albert entered, carrying a tray of food in his hands. On the tray were a bowl of hot soup, several pieces of toasted bread, and a glass of fresh orange juice. As always, Albert wore a warm smile."You haven’t eaten anything since this morning," he said as he placed the tray on the bedside table.Arkanza nodded, offering a small smile. "Thank you, Albert. I’ll eat later."Albert glanced around the room briefly, his eyes lingering on Arkanza’s desk, cluttered with various technological devices. However, he didn’t ask any questions. He was used to Arkanza’s reclusive habits and his preference for spending hours in front of his computers or tablet."If you need anything, just call me," Albert said before exiting the room and gently closing the door.As the door clicked shut, Arkanza let out a sigh of relief. He waited a few seconds to ensure Albert was truly gone before reopening his tablet. The folder he had found earlier was still displayed on the screen, an
HighSchool of Billionere Intention of revenge
"Just a moment," Arkanza replied, his voice slightly faltering. He quickly pressed a button on his tablet, shutting it off and hiding it in the desk drawer. Taking a moment to compose himself, he tried to remain calm, even though anxiety and anger still churned within him.Albert, unaware of what had transpired overnight, knocked again and opened the door slightly. "Young master, are you alright? Are you ready? Um, the master and madam are waiting for you at the dining table. Should I bring breakfast to your room?" he asked, a hint of concern in his tone as he noticed Arkanza’s slightly disheveled state."I'm fine," Arkanza answered, attempting to mask his unease. He sighed, stood from his chair, and added, "I'll be there shortly, so no need for breakfast in my room."Albert looked at him for a moment but refrained from saying anything. "Very well, I'll wait outside," he said before closing the door and leaving Arkanza’s room.Once Albert was gone, Arkanza sat down briefly, staring at
HighSchool of Billionere The company that
"Richard, Sylvia," Adam responded in a firmer tone, "I appreciate your concerns. However, we cannot panic and make hasty decisions. I have already instructed the IT team to investigate the security breach. The intruder may have gained access, but I assure you they will not be able to continue their activities. We have protocols in place to block them and close off access to our data as quickly as possible."Despite his confident tone, Adam felt a deep unease within. He knew that the strength of the system they had built could collapse in an instant. If they failed to resolve this issue promptly, not only would the company’s reputation be at stake, but his future as a leader would also hang in the balance.At the other end of the table, a middle-aged man named Thomas, the head of the legal division, crossed his arms and voiced his doubts. "Adam, what if the stolen data is used to undermine our business deals with major clients? What if the intruder has stolen information that could dam
HighSchool of Billionere Keep search a Proof
"I don't want to eat right now, Albert. Please, give me some time alone," Arkanza replied from behind the door, his voice tired and broken.Albert returned to the dining table with slow steps, his face filled with concern. "I'm sorry, Sir and Madam. Arkanza refused to join dinner. He said he doesn’t want to be disturbed," Albert reported with a tone of worry.Maria leaned back in her chair, disappointed but trying to hide it. "Why is he acting like this? What’s happening to him?" Maria thought to herself. However, she chose to conceal her feelings and continued dinner with the family.Norman, who was usually more understanding, began showing his impatience. "Arkanza’s been like this lately. Rarely seen at home, let alone at school," Norman remarked with a sarcastic tone, slamming his spoon on the plate.Albert added in a quieter voice, as if reminding Norman not to speak too harshly. "Actually, Arkanza has been sleeping in class and skipping school a lot recently. He’s even missed som
HighSchool of Billionere The orion
The skyscraper stood tall under the gloomy sky, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. In front of it, Arkanza stared blankly, though a small storm brewed within him. The building was one of Adam Smith’s symbols of power, the friend he once trusted, now turned into the enemy he hated most. And fate played a cruel trick on him, making him now live as the only child of Adam Smith himself.He took a deep breath, steadying himself. This step wouldn’t be easy, but he had to do it. Inside that building was someone crucial to his plan: Leonard. He was one of the best soldiers under Arkanza’s command in a past life, though now Leonard would not recognize him in this new body.With steady steps, Arkanza entered the building.Leonard's office exuded the same air of power as the building itself. Leonard, now serving as the head of security, sat in his chair with a watchful posture. His body was still as solid as before, his sharp eyes scanning Arkanza’s every move.“Who are you? This place isn’t
HighSchool of Billionere Collecting aliases
Arkanza stared at the monitor in front of him, his face showing no emotion, although his mind raced quickly. On the screen was the profile of Elise Hartmann, a brilliant technician who had once been one of his right-hand people. Elise’s photo showed a woman with neatly styled black hair, sharp eyes, but there was a slight fatigue on her face.Elise now worked as the head of the IT department at Adam Smith's company. She was the key to uncovering the dirty secrets behind Adam's power. However, Elise did not recognize him in this new body. Arkanza knew that this wasn’t just about finding Elise, but also about regaining her trust.“Alright,” he muttered quietly, narrowing his eyes. “It’s time to meet again, Elise.”The next day.Arkanza met Elise at a small café, far from the company’s headquarters. Elise appeared hesitant when this strange young man invited her to meet, but she still came, driven by a curiosity she couldn’t ignore.“So, who are you, and what do you want?” Elise opened t
HighSchool of Billionere Cain
The dark alley behind an upscale bar became the meeting place for Arkanza and Cain. The cold night wind blew, but it couldn’t cool the tension hanging in the air. Dressed in layered clothing and with a mature man’s appearance, Arkanza sneaked in. Cain, a former hitman known for his cold and merciless demeanor, leaned against the wall, calmly smoking a cigarette.Cain was a tall man with sharp eyes and a constantly alert posture. He wore a black leather jacket, adding to his intimidating aura. Arkanza stepped closer, his body straight, showing confidence despite knowing this would be difficult.“So, you’re the one claiming to have something important for me?” Cain asked bluntly, his voice cold.Arkanza gave a small smile, tilting his head slightly. “More than that. I have something important for both of us.”Cain snorted and then stared at him sharply. “I don’t like small talk. If you have something to say, say it now, or I’ll leave.”Arkanza sighed quietly, realizing Cain wouldn’t be
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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