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HighSchool of Billionere the less you know the better
Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, making Arkanza's eyelids twitch restlessly. A heavy pounding sensation throbbed in his head, as if a sledgehammer was repeatedly striking inside his skull. He groaned softly and tried to lift his hand, but his entire body felt weak, and cold sweat began forming on his temples.When he finally opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry. The ceiling seemed to spin slightly, and his throat felt as dry as a desert. A nauseating sensation surged in his stomach, and the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the urge became.Suddenly, a hot wave surged up his throat. Without thinking, Arkanza threw off his blanket and dashed toward the bathroom. His steps were unsteady, and he nearly stumbled upon reaching the door. With trembling hands, he grabbed the doorknob, pushed it open hastily, and fell to his knees in front of the toilet."Hkk… ugh!"His stomach emptied itself violently. The bitter liquid rushed out, leaving a burning sensatio
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With unsteady steps, Arkanza nearly stumbled before reaching the sink. He braced both hands on the edge of the basin, then bent over and vomited. The bitter liquid flowed from his throat, making him feel even weaker than before. Albert, who had been standing guard outside the room, rushed in as soon as he heard the sound of Arkanza throwing up. His face tensed as he saw his friend in such a terrible state. "Arkanza, are you okay?" Albert approached, placing one hand on Arkanza's shoulder to support his nearly collapsing body. Arkanza could only shake his head weakly. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, his face growing paler. His vision blurred, and his body felt utterly drained. Albert looked at him with concern. He knew this wasn’t just an ordinary hangover—the alcohol Arkanza had consumed last night was likely still lingering in his body, worsening his condition. Milan, who had just entered the room after waiting outside, stared at Albert with a worried expression. "How
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Arkanza staggered on the bed, his breath heavy, his face pale like a living corpse. Traces of alcohol still swirled in his system, clouding his mind and making his stomach feel as if it were being twisted from the inside. Albert stood beside him with a serious expression, while Milan stood not far away, his face tense."If we don't do something now, he might collapse," Milan said.Albert merely scoffed, unhurried. As someone specifically trained to meet Arkanza's needs, he knew exactly how to handle this situation."You still think I'm just an ordinary assistant, Milan?" Albert glanced at him. "I was trained to handle situations like this."Milan narrowed his eyes, holding back a sarcastic remark. He might be a skilled bodyguard, but he had never received special training in taking care of Arkanza’s health like Albert had.Albert knelt beside the bed, observing Arkanza’s weak body. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box containing thin, sharp needles. Milan raised an ey
HighSchool of Billionere warning from the son of an oil entrepreneur
The campus corridor was still filled with students passing by. The sound of conversations and footsteps blended together, creating a low hum that became the backdrop as Arkanza walked toward his classroom. However, his steps halted when he saw someone standing in front of the classroom door—Barak.Arkanza frowned. Barak rarely waited in front of the classroom like this. Usually, they only met inside or somewhere else. This time, Barak's face looked slightly tense, though as soon as he saw Arkanza, he quickly put on a relaxed expression."Are you okay?" Barak asked directly, without preamble.Arkanza tilted his head, confused. "Why are you here?"Before Barak could answer, Arkanza felt another piercing gaze from the side. He turned his head and saw two familiar figures—Milan and Albert.They stood not too far away but close enough to make it clear that they were there for a reason. Milan’s expression was cold and calculating, while Albert had a faint smirk, but his eyes showed no trace
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Arkanza walked briskly along the sidewalk, his jacket slightly open as the soft evening breeze blew. The campus was starting to empty, with only a few students still seen heading towards the parking lot or sitting on benches, chatting casually.Behind him, Milan and Albert's footsteps followed closely, their pace steady. Arkanza didn’t need to turn around to know that those two still hadn’t given up."I already told you, I’m done with classes for today," Arkanza said without slowing down.Milan scoffed. "We don’t believe you."Albert added, "You went to a strange place yesterday. Who’s to say you won’t do something reckless today?"Arkanza let out a long sigh. This was already the umpteenth time these two had followed him around all day. Honestly, he couldn’t blame them—after everything that happened, it was natural for them to be worried. But still, Arkanza needed some space.After passing through the main gate, they entered the area surrounding his old campus. The old buildings, onc
HighSchool of Billionere norman the troublemaker
Adam Smith sat in his grand chair, examining the financial report displayed on his laptop screen. His eyes scanned the numbers with the precision of a seasoned entrepreneur. This company was the result of his decades of hard work, and he would not let anyone destroy it—not even his own stepson.Norman Samanta, the son of his wife, Maria, had just started working at his company. Adam had no objections to it. In fact, he thought Norman could learn a lot from him. However, in just a few days, the young man had already caused chaos.On his first day, Norman arrived in an expensive suit with an arrogant attitude, as if he owned the company. The employees looked at him with a mix of respect and apprehension, but Norman enjoyed the attention."Today, I want you to change the meeting schedule. I want to meet all the division heads now," he ordered.Adam’s secretary, a woman in her forties named Livia, looked at him calmly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Norman, but the meeting schedule has been set by Mr. A
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Norman walked briskly toward the house, his face still flushed with anger. His mind was filled with what had happened at the office earlier. He felt humiliated in front of many people, and the most painful part was that Adam, his stepfather, had embarrassed him.As soon as he arrived home, he stormed inside, throwing himself onto the sofa harshly. Maria, his mother, who was sitting in the living room reading a magazine, turned to him with furrowed brows."What’s wrong, dear?" she asked gently, placing the magazine on the table.Norman let out a frustrated sigh. "Adam! He kicked me out of the company! He wants me to go out of town just because I tried to make some changes!"Maria sighed, already accustomed to her son's complaints. "Calm down, Norman. Explain it to me more clearly.""There’s nothing else to explain, Mom!" Norman exclaimed, leaning forward. "Adam hates me! From the beginning, he never wanted me in that company! He’s just looking for an excuse to get rid of me!"Maria rem
HighSchool of Billionere win by a landslide
Arkanza stood tall in the middle of the archery field, his hand still gripping the bow tightly, now in a ready position. The cool evening breeze brushed against his face, blending with the soft whisper of the wind, merging with the silence of the empty archery club. There was no one else there but him—just like usual.His focus was locked onto the target board across the field. Slowly, he pulled the bowstring back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he prepared to release the arrow. But before he could take the shot, the sound of a phone notification broke his concentration.Arkanza exhaled softly, lowering his bow. With a smooth motion, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the newly received email. The moment he saw the sender’s name, a faint smile appeared on his lips.This was the email he had been waiting for.An Inevitable FailureHis eyes swiftly scanned through the lines of text sent by his subordinate. The report contained the latest update about Norman—his st
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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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