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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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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