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HighSchool of Billionere tour
Almost a month had passed since Arkanza had last attended his lectures due to family matters (his punishment). When he finally returned to campus, the atmosphere felt slightly different. Some students glanced his way, while others whispered about him in hushed tones. He was used to being the center of attention, but this time, it wasn’t because of his status as the heir of the Smith family—it was because of his prolonged absence.That morning, a professor announced that business students would be going on a visit to a well-known business museum in the city. The museum not only showcased the history of economic and industrial development but also featured interactive sessions with several renowned business figures.After the meeting ended, Arkanza prepared to head to the parking lot. However, Milan, his ever-loyal attendant, was already standing near the luxurious car that Arkanza usually used.“Young Master, I’ve prepared the car for the trip to the museum,” Milan said with a responsi
HighSchool of Billionere Arkanza was kidnapped
Arkanza stepped off the bus casually. After the trip to the business museum, he felt slightly lighter, as if the burden on his mind had lifted for a moment. However, the moment his feet touched the campus ground, a bad feeling crept into his mind.He glanced around. The sun was almost setting, casting long shadows between the campus buildings. The students who had joined the tour had already dispersed to their respective destinations. Some walked toward the dormitories, while others were engaged in conversations in front of the main building.Arkanza slid his hands into his pockets, intending to head straight to the parking lot. However, as he passed through a deserted corridor behind the faculty building, his steps halted.Four men stood there, casually leaning against the wall. They were dressed like ordinary students, but there was something in their eyes that felt off.Arkanza glanced back. The path he had just walked was now empty.He let out a breath. "What do you want?" he aske
HighSchool of Billionere enemy in the smith family
The room fell silent again after the alarm blared. Arkanza steadied his breathing, gripping the knife he had just taken from one of Rian’s unconscious men on the floor. However, he knew that continuing to fight would only drain his energy. If he wanted to get out safely, he needed a plan.He glanced at the broken plastic handcuffs, then looked toward the still-open door. Footsteps were approaching, and the voices of armed men echoed down the hallway. If he fought again now, he would run out of strength before he could escape.I have to endure.In an instant, Arkanza made his decision. He dropped the knife onto the floor, exhaled deeply, and slumped against the wall as if he had lost all his strength. The wounds on his body would make his act more convincing.Seconds later, four men rushed in. They saw their unconscious comrade before turning to Arkanza, who appeared helpless in the corner of the room."You bastard!" one of them cursed. "He tried to escape!""Should we just finish him
HighSchool of Billionere keep this a secret from my family
The night sky was still dark when Arkanza sneaked into the Smith residence. He moved cautiously, avoiding the glare of security cameras and patrolling guards. The rarely used back route was his choice. Every step felt heavy, not just from exhaustion but also from the throbbing pain of the wounds scattered across his body.Once inside the house, he headed straight for his room. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. His hands trembled as he locked the door from the inside. Only then did he take off the black jacket clinging to his body. The fabric was soaked in blood—some his own, some from… someone else. With a rough motion, he threw the jacket into the corner of the room.His body burned with heat. The wounds he had sustained had yet to stop bleeding completely. But before he could clean himself up, there was something more important to take care of. Quickly, Arkanza reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small object wrapped in black cloth. He stared at it
HighSchool of Billionere reason
That morning, the sun began to show its light, illuminating the vast courtyard of the Smith residence. However, for Arkanza, the morning light did not bring warmth. His body still ached from the wounds he had hidden. A full night’s sleep was not enough to restore his condition.Albert was still watching him with suspicion, but he didn’t ask any further. He kept his promise to keep Arkanza’s condition a secret—at least for now. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t have questions swirling in his mind.Arkanza slowly got out of bed. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he forced himself to stay upright. Today, he had to go to campus as usual. There was no reason to stay home and attract more attention from the Smith family.After getting ready, he put on a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket to cover the wounds on his body. His steps felt heavier than usual as he walked out of his room.Albert, who was standing by the door, simply stared at him in silence."Are you sure you can g
HighSchool of Billionere terrible dinner
After that afternoon conversation, Adam entered his study and immediately contacted someone. His voice was low and firm, but the content of the discussion was unclear to anyone in the house. Arkanza, still trying to calm his mind, didn’t think much about it.Time passed quickly, and as evening approached, the servants began setting the dining table. As usual, dinner at the Smith residence was served with grandeur. Expensive porcelain plates filled with appetizing dishes were neatly arranged, the crystal chandelier above the table cast a soft glow, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.Although his body still ached, Arkanza came to the dining table as usual. Sitting in his usual seat, he only wanted to finish this meal quickly and return to his room to rest.Albert was there too, seated not far from him. The man occasionally glanced at Arkanza as if debating whether to say something or remain silent. However, when Adam finally took his seat, all conversation ceased.“Enjoy your
HighSchool of Billionere follower memories
Arkanza gasped for breath. His breathing was still heavy after what had just happened at the dining table. His body leaned against the bedroom wall while his mind drifted to the recent events. His hands clutched the blanket wrapped around his legs, but the cold still seeped deep into his bones.Slowly, his mind traveled far into the past, back to a life before he became part of the Smith family. To a time when he was not Arkanza Lev Bogdan, but Arkanza Mahogra.Snow fell heavily on the narrow streets lined with old buildings. The freezing night air pierced through, making anyone without shelter shiver to the bone. Yet, a small boy in tattered clothes and a frail body endured, crouching beside a trash bin filled with leftover food.His trembling hands dug through the contents, searching for anything still edible. His stomach had long been empty, and all he could do was hope for crumbs of bread or something to fill his belly tonight.That boy was Adam.Just as his fingers found somethin
HighSchool of Billionere he knows
Arkanza sat at the edge of his bed, his hand gripping a document he had just received. His eyes scanned every word within it, and the longer he read, the deeper the frown on his forehead became. The document contained information about Isabella's death—not just an ordinary report, but proof that she had not died in an accident. She had been murdered.But what truly shocked Arkanza was not the fact that Isabella had been killed. He had suspected that for a long time. What left him speechless was the name of the perpetrator written in the report.Maria Samanta.Maria, his current stepmother. Maria, Adam Smith's wife. Maria, the woman who had always shown a gentle face in front of him.Arkanza slowly closed the document and placed it on the bedside table. His body leaned against the headboard, and unconsciously, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.At first, the laughter was small, almost like a murmur. But as time passed, it grew louder until it filled the quiet room.He wasn't laughing out
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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
