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The night had grown late, and the Smith family home was eerily quiet. The hallway lights had been dimmed, leaving only the faint glow of small lamps in the corners of the rooms. Adam had just stepped out of his study, feeling exhausted after a long day of work. He stretched his body before making his way toward the bedroom.As he passed through the living room, his steps suddenly halted. A faint voice drifted from the balcony—someone speaking in hushed tones.Adam frowned. At first, he thought it might be the television left on, but as he moved closer, he realized the voice belonged to Maria, his wife.Maria stood in the corner of the balcony, clutching her phone tightly to her ear. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear her.Adam hesitated, holding back from interrupting immediately. He stepped forward quietly, trying to catch a bit of her conversation."Yes... I’ve made sure of everything…" Maria spoke cautiously. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it
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Within a few minutes, Barak finally reached his destination: a small, inconspicuous clinic. He deliberately avoided taking Arkanza to a large hospital to prevent attracting attention. If word of this incident spread, the consequences could be far greater than he had imagined.He quickly got out of the car and rushed to the passenger side. With extreme care, he lifted Arkanza's frail body into his arms.The clinic door swung open as he approached."Hurry inside!" a firm voice called from within.Barak rushed in and laid Arkanza on the prepared bed. A bespectacled man in a white coat stepped forward, his expression tense. He was an old friend of Barak’s, a doctor he knew well—Reinaldo.Reinaldo immediately began examining Arkanza. His face hardened the moment he saw the young man’s condition."What happened?" he asked sharply.Barak swallowed hard before answering, "I… I don’t know for sure. I only gave him a glass of soda, then my other friends took over. I had no idea they put somethi
HighSchool of Billionere 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
HighSchool of Billionere 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
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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
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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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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
HighSchool of Billionere 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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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
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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