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HighSchool of Billionere A pendant
Arkanza took a deep breath as he stared at the stack of old cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. Some of the boxes were worn out, covered in dust, and had been left untouched for years. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, walked closer, and carefully began opening the boxes one by one. Old belongings began to scatter—worn-out books, nearly crumpled documents, and a few forgotten trinkets.It was Sunday, and he needed to retrieve some tools and ornaments from his room that had been stored in the warehouse following its renovation.Amidst his busy hands, a small silver box caught his attention. It was hidden beneath a pile of old fabric, as though it had been deliberately forgotten for years. Arkanza picked up the box, blew off its dusty surface, and noticed beautiful engravings—strange symbols that adorned every side of it."Whose is this?" he muttered softly.His hands brushed over the box's surface, feeling the engravings that seemed to tell a silent story. Slowly, Ark
HighSchool of Billionere family vacation
The morning sun shone brightly, warming the streets that were starting to crowd with families heading off for vacations. Arkanza sat quietly in the back seat of the car, leaning against the window and staring blankly outside. Today, the entire Smith family had decided to go to a villa by the beach. The villa not only offered a stunning view of the vast ocean but also a lush atmosphere with tall, shady trees surrounding it.In the middle row, Amber and Norman, his step-siblings, sat with bored expressions. Amber was busy polishing her nails with bright red polish, while Norman, her 18-year-old brother, kept playing games on his phone with a volume loud enough to be annoying.“So noisy,” Arkanza muttered softly.“What did you say?” Norman turned sharply, but Arkanza remained silent.“Enough, stop fighting!” Maria, Arkanza’s stepmother, broke the tension with her soft but firm voice. “Arkanza, don’t let him provoke you. And Norman, turn the volume down on that game.”Adam Smith, their fa
HighSchool of Billionere wrong target
Mistaken Identity on the Seashore The afternoon sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. The sun shone brightly, casting its golden rays over the sparkling ocean waves. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves echoed across the shoreline, blending with the cries of seagulls circling in the vast blue sky. It was a perfect day at the beach—a picturesque scene for the Smith family's vacation. Yet amidst all this beauty, Norman Smith's mood remained sour. Frustration lingered from the morning, fueled by his annoyance at Arkanza, his aloof stepbrother. Arkanza’s cold demeanor and distant nature irritated Norman to no end. Today, Norman had decided he’d had enough. While Arkanza was in the upstairs bathroom, Norman seized the opportunity. Sneaking into Arkanza’s room, Norman’s eyes landed on a dark jacket hanging lazily over a chair by the window. There was something odd about the jacket—it bore a faint, mysterious emblem on the inside lining—but Norman paid it no mind. “Perfect,” Norman mu
HighSchool of Billionere Blurry
Norman sat silently in the back of the car, his gaze blankly fixed on the dark road ahead. The silence of the night felt suffocating, as if each passing second carried an unbearable tension. Beside him, Milan and Vikram sat with serious expressions, not uttering a single word. Only the hum of the car engine broke the stillness.“Mr. Norman,” Milan finally broke the silence, his voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. “You need to remember one thing—what you saw earlier... never speak of it to anyone.”Norman turned his head, his eyes still filled with confusion and disbelief. What he had witnessed was unimaginable. Even now, his mind struggled to process the reality of being caught in such a situation. Yet, as he observed the grave expressions on Milan and Vikram's faces, he knew this was not the time to ask questions.“What do you mean?” Norman asked softly, his voice trembling slightly. “Why... why must I keep this a secret? What is really happening?”Vikram, seated next to
HighSchool of Billionere A secret
Milan and Vikram exchanged glances, as if engaging in an unspoken conversation. Norman could feel the tension in the air, sensing that they were hiding something. He waited with bated breath, hoping they would answer his question.Vikram finally spoke, his tone flat and laced with warning. “This is not your concern. Leave everything to us.”Norman fell silent, feeling as though those words were a heavy blow. “But I’m involved in this. I’ve seen everything. I... I need to know what’s going on,” he replied, frustration growing in his voice.Milan leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “You only need to know one thing, sir,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “You must keep this a secret from Mr. and Mrs. Big. Whatever happens next is our responsibility.”Vikram added in a serious tone, “What you saw was just a small piece of a much bigger picture. If you knew more, it would only bring greater danger. And this isn’t something you can handle.”Norman’s heart raced. He felt to
HighSchool of Billionere Hurry up!
Arkanza realized there was some truth in their words, but he still felt there was something deeper, something more hidden. "You still haven’t answered my question," he said calmly, though his tone was full of tension. "Why? Why do you feel the need to capture me? What are you afraid of?"One of the men pulled out a gun from inside his jacket, pointing it at Arkanza. "We’re afraid you’ll destroy everything we’ve built," he replied. "We can’t let you keep walking free. You know things that could ruin all of us, Lev Bodgan. And we won’t let that happen."Hearing this, Arkanza smirked slightly, showing no fear. "Destroy you? Stop boasting." He began walking slowly toward them. "What you’re saying is nonsense. I don’t even understand what any of this is about!"The big man raised his hand, signaling his men to get ready. "We’re the ones who know what you’re hiding, Mr. Lev Bodgan. We know about the network you’ve built, the people you control, and we all know you’re no ordinary businessman
HighSchool of Billionere There isn't any?
The morning sunlight gradually seeped through the gaps in Norman's bedroom curtains. He slowly opened his eyes, letting the drowsiness fade. His gaze wandered around the spacious wooden room, staring blankly at the large window overlooking the villa garden.He sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought. Norman knew that breakfast with the family was always an awkward moment, especially since Arkanza had entered their lives.After taking a shower and changing clothes, Norman left his room and walked to the dining room. The aroma of coffee and toast wafted through the air, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel comfortable. As he entered, he saw the table already occupied by Adam Smith, his stepfather, lounging with a newspaper in hand, and Maria, his mother, pouring tea for Amber. Amber, his stepsister, sat with her usual sour expression, busy with her phone.“Good morning,” Norman greeted flatly.Maria turned and gave him a warm smile. “Good morning, dear. Sit down; breakfast is ready
HighSchool of Billionere Truth
Amber crossed her arms, not entirely in agreement but choosing not to respond. Norman simply lowered his head, his thoughts in turmoil.Adam continued, his voice calmer. “We don’t have to love each other like the ideal families in movies. But at the very least, we can try to respect each other. That’s a small request from me.”The atmosphere turned silent again. Amber turned her gaze out the window, while Norman stared at the table. Slowly, Maria reached out and touched Norman’s hand, offering him a gentle smile.“I know this is hard, Norman,” she said softly. “But you’re a good boy. I’m sure you can try.”Norman nodded slightly, though doubt still lingered in his heart.Adam stood, picking up his newspaper. “Now, I don’t want to hear another argument like this. We’re all old enough to resolve things in a better way.”He left the dining table, leaving everyone to their own thoughts.The conversation left an uncomfortable feeling in the air. Maria tried to steer the discussion toward t
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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
nightmare
Arkanza still lay weak on the hospital bed, his face wrinkled with exhaustion. Since yesterday, he had continuously refused to take his medicine because the bitterness made him nauseous. Albert and Milan, who were responsible for his care, were running out of options. The doctor had made it clear that the medication needed to enter Arkanza's system as soon as possible for him to recover quickly.The next morning, after breakfast, Arkanza suddenly spoke in a weak voice, "I need to go to the bathroom."Albert immediately got ready to help him, while Milan looked a little more enthusiastic than usual. They knew this was the best chance to try another method. Since Arkanza’s hand was still hooked to an IV, he couldn’t clean himself. Usually, Albert would assist him without hesitation, but this time, Milan seemed more eager to be involved.As soon as Arkanza was done, Milan whispered to Albert."This is the perfect moment. He won't be able to fight back much in his condition."Albert turne
the best method for arkanza
In the surveillance room filled with monitor screens, Milan sat back comfortably, scrolling through his phone. He typed in the search bar: "Alternative drug administration for patients who have difficulty swallowing."Beside him, Vikram squinted at Milan's screen. "What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.Milan turned with a satisfied grin. "Looking for a new method so the young master can take his medicine without drama."Vikram raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about that?"Milan smirked. "Since I got tired of watching him suffer every time he has to swallow a pill."Vikram sighed. "If he can't swallow, use another method. But that doesn’t mean you should look for something weird."Milan nodded seriously. "Exactly! I found the rectal method. The medicine will be absorbed faster."Vikram immediately frowned. "I never said that.""But your idea is great," Milan said, patting Vikram on the shoulder. "I need to see Albert now!"Vikram could only sigh, realizing that his words ha
crazy experiment of two bodyguards
Arkanza was still lying in bed with a tired expression. Throughout the day, he had tried to resist the various methods Milan and Albert used to make him take his medicine. But in the end, he was still forced to swallow all the pills Albert gave him. Even so, he still couldn't get used to the bitter taste that tortured his tongue.Meanwhile, in the surveillance room—his favorite place—Milan sat on a chair, his phone in hand. He typed a keyword into the internet: "Alternative ways to help someone take medicine easily.""What are you doing?" A deep voice made Milan look up.There stood Vikram, one of the men assigned to the CCTV surveillance station. He approached Milan with a puzzled expression. Usually, Milan preferred watching the monitor screens or chatting with the people around him. But this time, he seemed focused on researching something on his phone."I'm looking for a way to help someone take medicine without suffering," Milan replied without looking away from the screen.Vikra
arkanza hates drugs
Arkanza was still staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. His body felt weak, his head heavy, and his throat dry. He had just gone through a terrible night, where he had been delirious, thrashing around, and eventually had to be restrained to prevent him from hurting himself.Albert had just finished feeding him when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Milan appeared, his face beaming with excitement."Young Master!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.The man almost lunged forward to hug him if Albert hadn’t cleared his throat loudly. Milan frowned, glaring at Albert in annoyance for stopping him.Albert shot him a sharp look. "Can you calm down a little? There’s a sick person here."Milan snorted and ruffled his hair before pulling a chair close to the bed and sitting down. "I’m just happy that Young Master is awake. Do you know how chaotic last night was? I honestly thought you were going to die."Arkanza clicked his tong
shame
Darkness enveloped everything around him. Arkanza stood in the middle of nothingness—no walls, no sky, no ground—just himself, floating in a vast sea of pitch black. The air felt heavy, as if the world was pressing down on him from all directions. Then, from a distance, he saw the silhouette of a man. The figure stood tall, his body almost like a shadow, yet there was something strange about him. Arkanza could feel his presence with unsettling clarity, as if the man was a part of him. Footsteps echoed through the void as the man moved closer. A dim light began to reveal his features—dark hair, sharp eyes that held an air of mystery, and a faint smile that was impossible to decipher. Lev Bodgan. Arkanza didn't know how he recognized that name, but the awareness of this man's identity suddenly emerged in his mind. "Who are you?" Arkanza asked, his voice reverberating through the emptiness. The man didn’t answer. He only smiled—a cold smile, yet strangely familiar. Arkanz
arkanza is sick
Trapped in the Smith ResidenceArkanza blinked, his head still heavy as he realized he was back inside a familiar car—the one Albert usually drove. The window showed an increasingly recognizable view, signaling that he was on his way back to the Smith residence. His body felt weak, but his mind remained restless."Why am I here—Ally, you?" he muttered softly.Albert glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Arkanza’s defiant expression, despite his feeble state."You don’t have to do this, Albert," Arkanza murmured weakly, trying to sit up straighter even though his body felt burdened.Albert remained focused on the road. "You know this isn’t a choice, Young Master. Sir and Madam were nearly going mad looking for you."Arkanza scoffed quietly, uninterested in his caretaker’s words."And what exactly have I done?"The car finally stopped in front of the Smith residence. As the car door opened, Adam and Maria were already standing at the doorway, their expressions filled with relief and wo
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Arkanza leaned his head against the cold wooden bookshelf, his eyes feeling heavy, and his body started to shiver despite the warmth inside the old archive room. He had spent two days in this room, searching through every old document that might contain information about Alistair Smith, but so far, he hadn't found anything truly satisfying.Milan, who had been standing not far from him, let out a long sigh. “My Lord, you need to rest. Your face is pale, and you're trembling. I’ll get you some medicine.”Arkanza weakly shook his head. “I can't rest now. I have to find something. This is too important.”Milan stepped closer, looking at Arkanza with concern. “You haven’t slept properly for days, and I’m sure you even skipped lunch today. You’ll collapse if you keep this up.”Arkanza closed his eyes, trying to endure the dizziness spinning in his head. He knew Milan was right, but there was a strong urge inside him to keep searching. If he stopped now, all his efforts would be in vain.Se
sympathy
Arkanza walked through the corridors of his new school with mixed feelings. The old building, with its towering walls and grand pillars, always gave him a different impression compared to his previous school. This was not just an ordinary place of learning—there was a long history embedded in every corner.A few days ago, he heard an interesting piece of information from one of the history teachers, Mr. Henderson, that this school stored many old documents, including records of influential families from the past. And even more surprising, there was a possibility that his ancestors had a connection to this place.Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Arkanza made his way to the school library, which was known for its vast collection and extensive archives.As he entered the library, the distinct scent of old books immediately filled his senses. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a dramatic glow over the room. Several students sat quietly at large tables, engros