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HighSchool of Billionere a poison
The room was silent, accompanied only by the faint sound of leaves rustling outside the window. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the figure of a young man lying weakly on his grand bed. Arkanza looked pale, cold sweat soaking his forehead. His breaths were short, his body trembling despite the thick blanket covering him.Beside him, Albert sat with a serious expression. The man was a few years older than Arkanza, with neatly combed brown hair and sharp, cautious eyes. In Albert's hand was a damp cloth, which he occasionally pressed against Arkanza’s forehead, trying to bring down his dangerously high fever.“Arkanza…,” Albert muttered softly, as if calling out to his master, trapped in his weakened state. “This fever is strange. Unusual.”Albert took a deep breath, then moved his hand to Arkanza’s wrist. The skin there was paler than the rest of his body. A faint purplish line had formed around his veins. Albert narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding.“T
HighSchool of Billionere reunion
Vikram had begun his search earlier that evening, particularly after spotting a suspicious figure moving swiftly through the crowd of guests before vanishing. Trusting his instincts, he stepped out and made his way toward the back garden. The area was dark and silent, illuminated only by faint oil lamps hanging in several corners. The night breeze whispered softly, causing the leaves around the garden to rustle gently.At the far end of the yard, Vikram noticed a figure standing with his back turned, draped in a long black cloak that stood out starkly amidst such a festive occasion. His movements were uneasy, as though he was waiting for orders or ensuring something. When the figure turned around, Vikram froze in surprise—the face was one he recognized. “Roy!?” Vikram’s voice cut through the silence. The figure flinched, instinctively stepping back as his hand reached for something hidden beneath his cloak. Under the dim light, his face was now unmistakable—Roy, Vikram’s comrade f
HighSchool of Billionere intruder
Milan walked briskly down the hallway toward Arkanza's room. The grand Smith residence was a masterpiece of classic European architecture—high ceilings supported by massive pillars, ornate carvings decorating the walls, and gilded frames displaying priceless paintings. Despite the grandeur, the atmosphere tonight was unsettling. Most of the lights had been dimmed, and the flickering glow of small oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the hall.His hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his instincts sharpened since the incident at the party hours ago. Arkanza remained weak in his room after the mysterious poisoning attempt, and Albert had tasked Milan with ensuring the surrounding area was secure. Yet something about the silence felt wrong—a prickling in his senses that urged caution.Milan’s footsteps echoed faintly on the marble floors, the only sound in the empty hallway. Then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a movement—a shadow darting quickly at the fa
HighSchool of Billionere noisy sound outside the door
Here is the English translation of your text:“Feel this…”A faint voice broke the silence, echoing through the corners of Arkanza’s consciousness. His head felt heavy, his body sinking into the soft mattress that enveloped him. Yet the voice continued to disturb him, forcing his eyes to slowly open. The dim light from a small oil lamp in the corner of the room greeted his vision.“Where am I…” Arkanza mumbled weakly.His breathing felt heavy, as though an invisible weight pressed on his chest. Slowly, he tried to move his hand to wipe his face, but a sharp pain shot through his entire body. Arkanza groaned softly, then forced himself to sit up. The room looked unfamiliar despite its luxury—thick burgundy curtains adorned the windows, and polished mahogany furniture reflected faint, shadowy images. Only then did he realize this was his own room in the Smith residence.But his attention quickly shifted to something on the floor near his bed. A piece of clothing—his shirt—lay there, cru
HighSchool of Billionere hot news?
The bright morning did not immediately bring peace. The sound of news reports echoed through every corner of the room. A reporter stood in front of the large gates of the Smith family residence, now surrounded by bright yellow police tape. The screen was filled with images of damage—shattered windows, a slightly damaged main door, and several armed officers moving around the area.“This morning, we’ve received shocking reports regarding an attack on the Smith family residence, one of the most influential families in the city,” the reporter’s voice sounded serious. “The incident is believed to have occurred around two in the morning, just after the coming-of-age ceremony for the Smith family’s son was still underway. Authorities are still conducting a thorough investigation.”The TV screen displayed drone footage. The Smith residence appeared grim, surrounded by police and ambulance vehicles. Officers were busy talking to each other, while other media crews were busy taking photos and
HighSchool of Billionere All bout Arkanza
That night, the atmosphere at the Smith residence was unusually quiet, though not in Norman’s room. The space that was usually serene was now filled with strange sounds—the soft echo of footsteps and whispers barely audible. Arkanza, his step-sibling, was sitting at the edge of Norman’s bed, glancing around with hesitation. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and sleep pants, her hair slightly messy after a day full of exhausting events. Her house was under repair after the attack a few days ago. As part of the recovery process, she was temporarily moved into Norman’s room, which was quieter and more isolated from the bustle of the main house.Norman sat at his desk, staring at his phone screen without focus. He already knew what had happened; he had heard all the speculation about the Smith family that was circulating in the city. But that day, his heart felt heavier than usual. Arkanza was in his room—the place where he had always found solace. Now, it had to be shared with someone he n
HighSchool of Billionere realize something is different
The evening crept silently over the Smith family estate. Outside, the sky slowly faded from a warm amber to an inky black, leaving traces of sunlight shimmering faintly behind the clouds. The sprawling house was nearly silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock echoing from the drawing room.Albert stood at the end of the corridor, staring into a dimly lit empty room through the narrow gap in the door. His right hand clutched a wrinkled cloth, though his thoughts wandered far beyond the present. That shadow returned again—the one he had tried to ignore for so long, yet it lingered persistently in every corner of his mind.Something was different. It was a feeling that had nagged at him for days now, though no words could quite capture it. Arkanza—the figure who had once dominated his life with an iron presence—seemed suddenly distant, even though his body still inhabited this house."Why are you standing there daydreaming like that?" Milan's voice broke through the silence. He
HighSchool of Billionere A pendant
Arkanza took a deep breath as he stared at the stack of old cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. Some of the boxes were worn out, covered in dust, and had been left untouched for years. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, walked closer, and carefully began opening the boxes one by one. Old belongings began to scatter—worn-out books, nearly crumpled documents, and a few forgotten trinkets.It was Sunday, and he needed to retrieve some tools and ornaments from his room that had been stored in the warehouse following its renovation.Amidst his busy hands, a small silver box caught his attention. It was hidden beneath a pile of old fabric, as though it had been deliberately forgotten for years. Arkanza picked up the box, blew off its dusty surface, and noticed beautiful engravings—strange symbols that adorned every side of it."Whose is this?" he muttered softly.His hands brushed over the box's surface, feeling the engravings that seemed to tell a silent story. Slowly, Ark
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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