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HighSchool of Billionere coming of age celebration
That day, the Smith family estate was busier than usual. Adam Smith, Arkanza’s father, was preparing an important celebration. Norman, Maria’s second son, was about to celebrate his coming-of-age as he turned 18. However, this celebration wasn’t solely focused on Norman—it was also meant to honor Arkanza, who had recently reached adulthood according to family tradition.Adam stood in the main hall, surrounded by several prominent figures and important guests who had come to discuss the plans for the celebration. The atmosphere was formal, with a hint of tension in the air. Standing in front of a large table, Adam gazed around the room with a serious expression.“As you all know, Norman has reached adulthood,” Adam began, breaking the silence. “But I feel it would be incomplete if we didn’t also acknowledge Arkanza, who has likewise reached the age to be considered an adult.”The council members exchanged glances. Some appeared to agree, while others looked uneasy. One of the most prom
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
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confession
The dim light from the laptop screen illuminated Adam’s weary face. In front of him, a photograph that had turned his mind into chaos since it first spread across the media was displayed. He stared intently at the image on the screen—Arkanza, the son he had protected with all his heart, caught in the wrong environment.His hands clenched into fists on the desk, his jaw tightened. How could this happen? How could his child, whom he had shielded from all evil, now be dragged into something so disgraceful?Adam took a deep breath and reached for the glass of wine beside his laptop. He sipped it slowly, hoping the alcohol would ease the tension crushing his chest. This wasn’t the first time he felt stressed, but it was the first time he felt like everything he had built over the years was starting to collapse.At home, he had to deal with Maria, who always demanded more of his attention. At work, the pressure kept piling up. And now, news about Arkanza had spread widely, destroying the im
the anxiety of the servants
Milan walked quickly toward the security room, his heart pounding uncontrollably. This situation was far worse than he had imagined. As he opened the door, Vikram was already sitting in front of the large screen, his sharp eyes scanning the CCTV footage from various angles."Have you found anything?" Milan asked, his voice tense.Vikram glanced at him briefly before refocusing on the screen. "I'm still matching the photo with the footage we have. But so far, I haven't found anything suspicious."Milan swallowed hard, feeling increasingly anxious. "Are you sure? That photo looks edited, but Adam won't just sit still. He's already called a doctor to examine Arkanza."Vikram narrowed his eyes. "Examine him? You mean, they're going to run tests to verify whether Arkanza was really in that situation?"Milan nodded quickly. "Yes, and that means they'll check if there's any trace of alcohol or other substances in his body!"Vikram frowned. "Isn't that photo fake? If so, Arkanza shouldn't be
inspection
The atmosphere in the Smith family residence felt more tense than usual. In the spacious and luxurious living room, Norman and Amber sat with anxious expressions. Their faces showed clear displeasure, as if their world had just crumbled in an instant."I really can't believe this," Norman muttered, his hands clenched on his lap. "How could he do something like this?!"Amber, sitting beside him, let out a long sigh. "Do you think I'm not embarrassed? Everyone on campus must have seen it! I can't even walk without hearing their whispers!"Maria, who stood near the fireplace with a cup of tea in her hand, frowned. She had tried to change the subject, hoping her children wouldn’t dwell too much on this scandal. But they were too angry to ignore it.On the other side of the room, Adam Smith, the man who had always been the undeniable head of the family, observed them with a scrutinizing gaze."What are you arguing about?" he asked, his voice deep and heavy.Norman and Amber exchanged glanc
cheesy rumors
Arkanza sat on the edge of the bed with a bored expression. It had been almost two hours since Milan and Albert had taken his phone away under what they deemed a very logical reason—his health. But Arkanza knew the real reason. They just wanted to keep him away from anything related to the photo that was now spreading everywhere.He let out a long sigh, then glanced at the small table beside his bed. His phone wasn’t there, which meant Milan had probably hidden it somewhere hard to reach.Arkanza rubbed his temples, feeling a bit frustrated. He wasn’t a child who needed to be controlled like this. But on the other hand, he knew Milan and Albert were only trying to protect him.The door to his room slowly opened, and Milan entered carrying a tray with a glass of juice and a piece of bread."You need to eat," Milan said, placing the tray on the table.Arkanza glanced at the food briefly before asking in a flat tone, "Am I a prisoner now?"Milan sighed. "This is only temporary. Until thi
the issue that seeps in
In an exclusive room accessible only to a select group, Milan stared at his phone screen with widened eyes. A new photo had just appeared in the elite student bodyguard group's private chat, and the sight of it made his blood boil.In the photo, a man he recognized all too well—Arkanza. Although the lighting and the camera angle seemed suspicious, Milan knew for certain that this was a fabricated image.Without a second thought, he rose from his seat and rushed out. He had to find Albert immediately.Albert was in his office, reviewing daily reports from the other bodyguards. When the door suddenly swung open without warning, he looked up with a furrowed brow.Milan stood at the doorway, urgency written all over his face."We have a problem," Milan stated firmly.Albert immediately set his documents aside and gestured for Milan to enter."What kind of problem?" he asked.Milan tossed his phone onto the desk, displaying the photo circulating in the bodyguard group. Albert narrowed his
false rumors
In a luxurious restaurant hidden in the corner of the city, Norman sat with a sullen expression. The wine glass in his hand remained untouched, and his gaze was empty as he stared at the cityscape beyond the large glass window.A red-haired woman in an elegant outfit sat across from him, observing him with a scrutinizing look. Amber, a woman known for her cunning and intelligence, crossed her arms in front of her chest while waiting for Norman to speak."I never expected Father to throw me out of the company just like that," Norman muttered, his voice laced with anger and disappointment.Amber took a slow sip of her wine before replying, "You're too soft, Norman. You let Arkanza win just like that."Norman let out a low growl. "He didn’t win. I just need a better strategy. I can’t fight Father head-on, but I can make him regret his decision."Amber raised an intrigued eyebrow. "So? What's your plan?"Norman looked at her sharply. "I want Adam to see that Arkanza is not the golden chil
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
comparison
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
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