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HighSchool of Billionere party invitation
That morning, sunlight illuminated the grand corridors of Avondale High School, creating a bright and energetic atmosphere. For most students, it was just another ordinary day—except for Norman and Amber. Their presence immediately drew attention as they walked down the hallway, carrying a stack of golden invitations embossed with the Smith family crest.Norman, dressed in a uniform far more luxurious than the standard, walked with unwavering confidence. Beside him, Amber, as always, appeared flawless, her head held high as she radiated grace. Whispers began to ripple through the students.“Did you hear? Norman Smith is throwing a massive birthday party,” a girl whispered to her friend.“And I heard Amber’s the one helping choose the guests! If you get an invitation, it’s like a ticket to the highest social status,” replied the other.Norman handed an invitation to a group of students gathered near their lockers. “Make sure you come,” he said with a charismatic smile. “It’ll be the bi
HighSchool of Billionere preparation for adulthood event
The grand hall of the Smith family's residence was bustling with activity as preparations for Norman's birthday party neared completion. Servants moved back and forth, carrying flowers, tablecloths, and luxurious decorations. The lively chatter echoed throughout the house, while in the living room, Norman and Amber were busy signing invitations.Norman sat in a chair with a satisfied expression, dressed in a casual yet expensive outfit. Amber, looking elegant in her red dress, sat beside him, checking the guest list for those receiving invitations."Are you sure you've written their names correctly?" Amber asked, handing a stack of signed invitations to one of the servants.Norman nodded confidently. "Of course. They should feel honored to be invited to the most lavish party of the year."Meanwhile, on the second-floor balcony, Arkanza sat alone, watching them from a distance. His weary eyes observed how Norman and Amber were surrounded by people who seemed overly enthusiastic about r
HighSchool of Billionere arkanza is missing!?
The Smith family's coming-of-age ceremony had begun. The grand room, decorated with golden fabrics and sparkling crystal lights, was filled with invited guests consisting of close relatives and family elders. The atmosphere that should have been solemn was scented with fresh flowers, while several servants walked around carefully to ensure everything went smoothly.In the center of the room, large tables arranged symmetrically were laden with luxurious dishes, offering the finest drinks and food that had been prepared for months. The guests conversed politely, but there was an invisible tension among them. Most of the faces present were already dignified and aged, wearing the traditional clothing of the family, which carried a long history. They were the elders, individuals who had contributed greatly to the Smith family's journey and who were now witnesses to the coming-of-age ceremony of Arkanza, Adam Smith's only child.Adam stood tall in front of the family altar,
HighSchool of Billionere tension
However, those words seemed futile. There was no response, and the room became increasingly restless. Some whispers became louder. "Where is Arkanza?" someone asked from the back.The atmosphere changed instantly. All eyes turned to Adam, and his face immediately turned pale. Everyone knew that this was not normal. Arkanza was a child who had been closely guarded, and it was impossible for her to disappear without anyone noticing.However, before Adam could give any further orders, a bigger commotion broke out. Someone rushed forward, a tall man with long hair, wearing striking black clothes among the more formally dressed guests. "Adam Smith!" he shouted. "Where is Arkanza?!"The crowd became chaotic. Some people tried to avoid the scene, while others started running away. Adam tried to calm the situation, but the uproar grew larger. The Victors, who had infiltrated as uninvited guests, began to move in an organized manner. They knew that Arkanza's whereabouts
HighSchool of Billionere worry
The question hung in the air, intensifying the already tense atmosphere. Adam tried to remain calm, but his gaze began to sharpen. "No, this is not part of our tradition," he answered loudly, trying to quell his confusion. "Arkanza will come. It’s just a matter of time."However, more and more people started doubting Adam’s words. The guests whispered among themselves, some beginning to retreat, while others grew increasingly uneasy. What was once a well-organized gathering had now turned into a chaotic mess. Amidst the confusion, the Victor members, who had not revealed their identities, continued moving through the room, further exacerbating the situation with their sharp words and gazes, fueling the tension. They didn’t force themselves into the spotlight but merely provoked enough to keep the unease simmering, heightening the discomfort among the elders and guests present.Valerin stood by the large window, her eyes unable to avoid the restless lo
HighSchool of Billionere don't be afraid
Arkanza stood in the middle of the open area, sweat beading on his temples as he focused on every movement of his body. His frame was still slender and fragile from years of physical neglect, but now, it was starting to show signs of determination. His movements were measured, though not yet fluid; each step reminded him of how far he still had to go to build the strength he had lacked for so long. His breath was steady, though he occasionally gasped as he pushed his limits.The young man had decided that today would be a new starting point. No longer would he let his physical weaknesses define him. The doubts that had haunted him for so long—about his self-worth, about his place in the world—would no longer control him. The pressure to prove himself was immense, but today, he wanted to take steps toward self-empowerment.Albert, his loyal protector, stood a few steps behind, watching Arkanza with a mix of concern and admiration. The man had seen Arkanza gr
HighSchool of Billionere finally come in
In the grand room of the Smith family house, the elders gathered, their faces serious and anxious. Soft lights illuminated the high ceilings, casting shadows over the faces filled with both hope and concern. They sat in a circle around a long table, with Adam Smith at the head, appearing firm, but there was an underlying unease in his demeanor. In front of him, several family elders and advisors spoke in urgent tones."Lord Adam, this is more than just a personal matter," said one elder, an old man with a long white beard. "Arkanza must return immediately. His coming-of-age ceremony is a crucial event for this family, not just for his future, but for the legacy of the family."Another elder, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, added, "We can’t wait any longer. The Lev Bodgan family will begin to suspect if Arkanza continues to avoid this. They will start doubting our strength as leaders."Adam remained silent, his hands clenched on the table. He k
HighSchool of Billionere prepare
Here is the translation of your requested scene:In the bathroom, hidden behind thick silk curtains, the sound of running water could be heard softly. Arkanza stood beneath the shower, letting the warm water flow over his tired body after a long practice. His once fragile body now showed signs of change, though it wasn't fully strong yet. However, for the first time in his life, he felt better, more alive. Each drop of water that soaked his skin seemed to wash away the anxiety that had haunted him for so long.Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Albert and Milan worked quickly, preparing everything that Arkanza would need. Albert, with his vast experience, selected the most appropriate clothing for the event. He carefully observed the traditional Smith family attire that Arkanza would wear—a fine robe with colors representing the status and strength of their family.Milan, who was younger and often impatient, watched intently from the side, his eyes fi
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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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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
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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
competition between subordinates
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
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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
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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The room was still filled with tension. Arkanza lay unconscious on the hospital bed, his face pale, and his breathing weak. The IV drip in his hand was the only sign that he was still receiving medical care.Albert and Milan stood in the corner of the room, their faces tense. Their biggest problem at the moment was not just Arkanza’s condition but how to bring him back to the Smith Residence without raising Adam’s suspicion.Vikram, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, observed the two men with a calm expression. “You both look extremely anxious,” he remarked.Albert let out a frustrated sigh. “Of course, we are. Do you think Adam won’t get suspicious if we suddenly bring Arkanza home like this?”Milan, still staring at Arkanza with a worried expression, nodded. “Adam will definitely question us. If he finds out that Arkanza overdosed on alcohol, we’re done for.”Vikram narrowed his eyes at them. “So, what’s your plan?”Albert and Milan exchanged glances. They needed a reas
relieved
Meanwhile, Vikram ended his call. He looked at them calmly before saying, "I’ve contacted someone. We’ll get more clarity on what really happened at that party."Barak tensed up. "What do you mean?"Vikram smirked slightly. "I have someone there who can give us detailed information. We’ll find out who actually spiked Arkanza’s drink."Albert crossed his arms. "Good. Once we know who did it, I’ll personally make sure they pay for this."Milan glanced at Arkanza, still lying weakly on the bed. His anger mixed with deep concern."If Arkanza doesn’t wake up…" his voice trembled, "I won’t forgive anyone involved."Silence.The only sound in the room was the steady beeping of the IV machine.Barak lowered his head, while Reinaldo checked Arkanza’s condition again.Vikram put away his phone and leaned against the wall."We’ll know everything soon," he said casually. "And when that happens… no one will escape responsibility."Exhaustion weighed on her body, but her mind was still restless. Si
breathe a sigh of relief
The night felt quieter than usual. The wind blew gently, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones. Yet, beneath the silence, an invisible tension lingered—a storm brewing behind the scenes.In a dimly lit room, the rapid and rhythmic sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard echoed. The glow from a laptop screen illuminated the face of a man deeply focused on the data before him. That man was Vikram—a cold, uncompromising figure. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the information on the screen."Damn it..." he muttered.After a complex hacking process, he had finally managed to obtain Barak's contact information. It wasn't an easy task, but the result was worth it. Now that he had Barak's number, he was only one step away from finding his location.A few seconds later, a location pin appeared on the screen—a small clinic, far from the city center. Vikram smirked before turning to face the two men behind him—Milan and Albert."I found him," Vikram said, his voice calm yet sharp.Milan and