2025-03-12 14:56:31
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
HighSchool of Billionere various chaos that exists
The Next Day, for the Countless Time..."I want to go to the bathroom," Arkanza said weakly.Albert immediately stepped forward to help, but Milan swiftly beat him to it, as if this was the golden opportunity he had been waiting for.When Arkanza finished, he leaned against the bathroom wall, catching his breath. But something felt off. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, then looked at him with expressions similar to a dentist about to extract a tooth without anesthesia."What’s with you guys?" Arkanza squinted his eyes.Albert sighed before speaking in a careful tone. "Young Master, we need to administer your medicine using a different method this time."Arkanza narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"Milan smiled, but it wasn’t a regular smile—it was a smile full of mischief. "Since you can't swallow medicine properly, the doctor recommended a rectal method. It works faster and won't make you nauseous."Silence.Then...Arkanza frowned. "Rectal method? What's that?"Milan glanced at
HighSchool of Billionere make peace with the past
Arkanza stepped into the campus area with a relaxed expression, even though his mind was spinning with countless thoughts. It had been a long time since he last set foot in this place. After being so preoccupied with his grand plans to bring Adam down, returning to an academic environment felt… strange.He walked through the corridor with an indifferent gaze, passing by several students who whispered as they saw him. It was no surprise—his name was still quite well-known on this campus. Some knew him for his achievements, while others knew him because of the wild rumors that had spread about him.Arkanza didn’t really care.However, in the middle of his thoughts, something unexpected happened.Thud!Someone bumped into him from the side, causing his body to be slightly pushed back. He frowned and turned around, intending to reprimand the person. But the moment he saw their face, his entire body tensed.Amber.It felt as if time had stopped for a moment.The girl stared at him with a s
HighSchool of Billionere headache in the company
Adam sat silently in his chair, surrounded by monitors displaying graphs, financial reports, and the latest data from his company. The room felt cold—not just because of the air conditioning that ran continuously, but also due to the grim atmosphere surrounding him. He had spent the past few days here, trying to find a way out of the mounting crisis.Maria stood at the doorway, watching him with concern. Her husband's eyes looked tired, the lines on his face more pronounced, and his body thinner than before. She knew Adam had been overworking himself, neglecting his health and rest just to save the company."Adam," Maria finally spoke, stepping closer. "You can't keep doing this."Adam sighed, rubbing his temples, which felt tense. "If I stop now, the situation will get worse, Maria. The company could suffer even greater losses."Maria sat beside him, gently touching his arm. "I understand. But you have to remember, you're human too. You need rest, you need to eat. What's the point of
HighSchool of Billionere mistaken
Silence enveloped the Smith family dining room. Norman stared intently at his mother, his eyes burning with ambition that he could no longer conceal. He gripped the spoon in his hand tightly, as if trying to restrain himself."Mom, I've thought this through," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I want to learn directly at Dad's company."Maria, sitting across from him, let out a long sigh. She had expected this to happen sooner or later. Norman, her pride and joy, had grown up with great ambition. However, Maria knew that this was not the right time."Norman," Maria spoke gently, trying to calm her son. "You still have a lot to learn before stepping into the business world. The company is not a playground.""But Arkanza can," Norman interrupted, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Why can't I?"Maria fell silent. She had anticipated this comparison. Arkanza, the son of another woman, had received opportunities that Norman had not. However, the situation was different. Arkan
HighSchool of Billionere missing information
Drizzling rain soaked the window of Arkanza's apartment as he sat at his desk, staring at his laptop screen with calculating eyes. A cup of coffee beside him was starting to cool, but his mind was too preoccupied to care. The notification of an incoming message chimed on his phone, prompting him to reach out and open the newly received message.— The file has been sent. Check it carefully.Arkanza checked his email and found an attachment with a name that was not unfamiliar to him. He opened the file, and instantly, his breath hitched. It was the biography of someone who had once been part of his life—someone who, in his time, meant more than just a memory.Isabella.The name echoed in his mind like an old wound reopening. Isabella, the woman he once loved, but who ultimately chose Adam. For years, Arkanza had never truly understood the reason behind that decision. Back then, all he knew was that Adam had taken her away—just like everything else that was supposed to be his.Arkanza’s
HighSchool of Billionere stepmother is not that evil
The night sky was pitch dark when Arkanza finally arrived at the Smith residence. He had just stepped out of his car when he noticed the living room lights were still on. Someone was sitting inside, waiting for him. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was.With a relaxed yet cautious stride, Arkanza opened the front door. The faint scent of cinnamon from the aromatherapy candle, which was usually lit in the family room, drifted through the air. He found Maria sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand, her gaze fixed on the door as if she had been waiting for a long time.Maria gave him a thin smile. “You’re home late,” she said in a tone that was hard to decipher—somewhere between worry and an attempt to sound casual.Arkanza took off his jacket and hung it near the door. “Lots of assignments,” he answered briefly before walking to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He knew Maria wanted to talk, but he had no intention of extending the conversation beyond what was necessa
HighSchool of Billionere punishment
Maria sat in Adam's study, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. She had tried discussing this with her husband multiple times, yet it always felt like talking to a wall. Adam would listen, but he never truly understood what she meant.Tonight, she tried again.“Arkanza is withdrawing more and more,” Maria said softly, but there was a clear hint of worry in her tone. “I’ve tried to reach out to him, but he keeps his distance. I just want to know how we can make him feel more accepted in this house.”Adam, who was reading a report at his desk, let out a small sigh. “I think you’re worrying too much, Maria. The boy is old enough to take care of himself.”“But he’s still a teenager,” Maria insisted. “He needs guidance.”Adam exhaled, closed his documents, and looked at his wife with a blank expression. “Maria, we can’t force him to accept us if he doesn’t want to. If he chooses to be distant, that’s his decision.”“That’s not what I meant,” Maria tried to explain, but Adam was already st
HighSchool of Billionere caring stepmother
The air in the room was piercing, gripping the bones down to the marrow. The windowless concrete walls reinforced the stifling, enclosed atmosphere, while the dim yellow light overhead flickered gloomily. There was no heater, no blanket—only the merciless cold gnawing at the body.Arkanza stood in the middle of the room, his hands bound above his head by iron chains hanging from the ceiling. His wrists burned from the rough friction of the cold metal. His breathing was ragged, but not from fear—rather, from the fury boiling inside him.In front of him, Adam stood with a leather whip in his hand. His face was devoid of expression, only sharp eyes radiating full dominance. Albert and Milan stood in the corner of the room, their faces tense, yet they dared not defy their master's orders.Adam stepped closer, the sound of his shoes echoing in the room."Tell me what you did at school," his voice was cold and intimidating.Arkanza lifted his head, glaring at Adam with pure hatred. "I did n
Latest Chapter
more clear
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