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HighSchool of Billionere shame
Darkness enveloped everything around him. Arkanza stood in the middle of nothingness—no walls, no sky, no ground—just himself, floating in a vast sea of pitch black. The air felt heavy, as if the world was pressing down on him from all directions. Then, from a distance, he saw the silhouette of a man. The figure stood tall, his body almost like a shadow, yet there was something strange about him. Arkanza could feel his presence with unsettling clarity, as if the man was a part of him. Footsteps echoed through the void as the man moved closer. A dim light began to reveal his features—dark hair, sharp eyes that held an air of mystery, and a faint smile that was impossible to decipher. Lev Bodgan. Arkanza didn't know how he recognized that name, but the awareness of this man's identity suddenly emerged in his mind. "Who are you?" Arkanza asked, his voice reverberating through the emptiness. The man didn’t answer. He only smiled—a cold smile, yet strangely familiar. Arkanz
HighSchool of Billionere arkanza hates drugs
Arkanza was still staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. His body felt weak, his head heavy, and his throat dry. He had just gone through a terrible night, where he had been delirious, thrashing around, and eventually had to be restrained to prevent him from hurting himself.Albert had just finished feeding him when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Milan appeared, his face beaming with excitement."Young Master!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.The man almost lunged forward to hug him if Albert hadn’t cleared his throat loudly. Milan frowned, glaring at Albert in annoyance for stopping him.Albert shot him a sharp look. "Can you calm down a little? There’s a sick person here."Milan snorted and ruffled his hair before pulling a chair close to the bed and sitting down. "I’m just happy that Young Master is awake. Do you know how chaotic last night was? I honestly thought you were going to die."Arkanza clicked his tong
HighSchool of Billionere crazy experiment of two bodyguards
Arkanza was still lying in bed with a tired expression. Throughout the day, he had tried to resist the various methods Milan and Albert used to make him take his medicine. But in the end, he was still forced to swallow all the pills Albert gave him. Even so, he still couldn't get used to the bitter taste that tortured his tongue.Meanwhile, in the surveillance room—his favorite place—Milan sat on a chair, his phone in hand. He typed a keyword into the internet: "Alternative ways to help someone take medicine easily.""What are you doing?" A deep voice made Milan look up.There stood Vikram, one of the men assigned to the CCTV surveillance station. He approached Milan with a puzzled expression. Usually, Milan preferred watching the monitor screens or chatting with the people around him. But this time, he seemed focused on researching something on his phone."I'm looking for a way to help someone take medicine without suffering," Milan replied without looking away from the screen.Vikra
HighSchool of Billionere the best method for arkanza
In the surveillance room filled with monitor screens, Milan sat back comfortably, scrolling through his phone. He typed in the search bar: "Alternative drug administration for patients who have difficulty swallowing."Beside him, Vikram squinted at Milan's screen. "What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.Milan turned with a satisfied grin. "Looking for a new method so the young master can take his medicine without drama."Vikram raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about that?"Milan smirked. "Since I got tired of watching him suffer every time he has to swallow a pill."Vikram sighed. "If he can't swallow, use another method. But that doesn’t mean you should look for something weird."Milan nodded seriously. "Exactly! I found the rectal method. The medicine will be absorbed faster."Vikram immediately frowned. "I never said that.""But your idea is great," Milan said, patting Vikram on the shoulder. "I need to see Albert now!"Vikram could only sigh, realizing that his words ha
HighSchool of Billionere nightmare
Arkanza still lay weak on the hospital bed, his face wrinkled with exhaustion. Since yesterday, he had continuously refused to take his medicine because the bitterness made him nauseous. Albert and Milan, who were responsible for his care, were running out of options. The doctor had made it clear that the medication needed to enter Arkanza's system as soon as possible for him to recover quickly.The next morning, after breakfast, Arkanza suddenly spoke in a weak voice, "I need to go to the bathroom."Albert immediately got ready to help him, while Milan looked a little more enthusiastic than usual. They knew this was the best chance to try another method. Since Arkanza’s hand was still hooked to an IV, he couldn’t clean himself. Usually, Albert would assist him without hesitation, but this time, Milan seemed more eager to be involved.As soon as Arkanza was done, Milan whispered to Albert."This is the perfect moment. He won't be able to fight back much in his condition."Albert turne
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The Next Day, for the Countless Time..."I want to go to the bathroom," Arkanza said weakly.Albert immediately stepped forward to help, but Milan swiftly beat him to it, as if this was the golden opportunity he had been waiting for.When Arkanza finished, he leaned against the bathroom wall, catching his breath. But something felt off. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, then looked at him with expressions similar to a dentist about to extract a tooth without anesthesia."What’s with you guys?" Arkanza squinted his eyes.Albert sighed before speaking in a careful tone. "Young Master, we need to administer your medicine using a different method this time."Arkanza narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"Milan smiled, but it wasn’t a regular smile—it was a smile full of mischief. "Since you can't swallow medicine properly, the doctor recommended a rectal method. It works faster and won't make you nauseous."Silence.Then...Arkanza frowned. "Rectal method? What's that?"Milan glanced at
HighSchool of Billionere make peace with the past
Arkanza stepped into the campus area with a relaxed expression, even though his mind was spinning with countless thoughts. It had been a long time since he last set foot in this place. After being so preoccupied with his grand plans to bring Adam down, returning to an academic environment felt… strange.He walked through the corridor with an indifferent gaze, passing by several students who whispered as they saw him. It was no surprise—his name was still quite well-known on this campus. Some knew him for his achievements, while others knew him because of the wild rumors that had spread about him.Arkanza didn’t really care.However, in the middle of his thoughts, something unexpected happened.Thud!Someone bumped into him from the side, causing his body to be slightly pushed back. He frowned and turned around, intending to reprimand the person. But the moment he saw their face, his entire body tensed.Amber.It felt as if time had stopped for a moment.The girl stared at him with a s
HighSchool of Billionere headache in the company
Adam sat silently in his chair, surrounded by monitors displaying graphs, financial reports, and the latest data from his company. The room felt cold—not just because of the air conditioning that ran continuously, but also due to the grim atmosphere surrounding him. He had spent the past few days here, trying to find a way out of the mounting crisis.Maria stood at the doorway, watching him with concern. Her husband's eyes looked tired, the lines on his face more pronounced, and his body thinner than before. She knew Adam had been overworking himself, neglecting his health and rest just to save the company."Adam," Maria finally spoke, stepping closer. "You can't keep doing this."Adam sighed, rubbing his temples, which felt tense. "If I stop now, the situation will get worse, Maria. The company could suffer even greater losses."Maria sat beside him, gently touching his arm. "I understand. But you have to remember, you're human too. You need rest, you need to eat. What's the point of
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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