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HighSchool of Billionere interested
In a spacious room filled with the pounding sound of rock music and the distinct scent of gasoline, Barak sat on one of the slightly worn leather sofas. This place was his basecamp, a large warehouse that had been transformed into headquarters for the motorcycle community he led.Around him, several members of the motorcycle club were lounging—some were dismantling a motorcycle engine, others were joking around, while a few leaned back, enjoying their cold drinks."I still don’t get it," said Awan, one of his friends sitting across from Barak. He lifted a nearly empty soda can before taking a sip. "Why are you suddenly after Arkanza? I mean, you already have everything—money, a cool bike, high social status. You can be friends with anyone."Barak chuckled, placing his phone on the table before leaning back into the sofa. "I just want to be friends, bro. Is that a problem?"Awan scoffed. "With Arkanza?""Yeah.""Are you serious?""Of course," Barak replied casually, shrugging. "He caug
HighSchool of Billionere rubbish
The motorcycle club's basecamp was still filled with the pounding beats of music and casual chatter when Barak decided to leave early that night. Normally, he would stay longer, discussing race plans or just hanging out with his friends. But this time, his mind was occupied with one thing—Arkanza.As he stepped out of the large warehouse that served as their headquarters, he felt something strange. The night air was colder than usual, and there was an eerie sensation, as if someone was watching him. He paused for a moment, letting his eyes scan the surroundings. Their warehouse was in a fairly secluded area, surrounded by old, rarely occupied buildings. There was no one there except for his club members, but for some reason, his skin prickled.Quickly dismissing the feeling, Barak walked toward his motorcycle. He grabbed his helmet, but before he could put it on, something caught his attention.On the fuel tank of his bike, there was something that shouldn’t be there.A black envelope
HighSchool of Billionere at work
Barak stood in front of his bike, eyes locked onto the threatening message scrawled across the fuel tank. The paint was still fresh, its sharp scent mixing with the cool night air. Whoever did this wanted him to feel intimidated.They wanted him to stop.But they clearly didn't know who they were dealing with.Barak exhaled sharply, pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over Milan’s contact, debating whether to confront him directly. Milan was the most obvious suspect—he had the motive, the connection to Arkanza, and the possessiveness that made him capable of something like this.But if it wasn’t Milan… then who?“Yo, Barak!” One of his club members, Niko, called out from the other side of the garage. “What’s up with your ride?”Barak turned, pushing his irritation down. He had no intention of showing weakness. “Just some asshole messing around,” he said coolly.Niko walked over, his eyes narrowing at the red spray paint. “Shit. Someone’s got a grudge against you?”Barak shrugge
HighSchool of Billionere make peace
That night, after the meeting at the warehouse, Barak sat on his motorcycle, staring at the dark sky. He knew Milan and Raka were hiding something, and he wouldn’t stop until he found out what it was.If they wanted to keep him away from Arkanza, he would do the opposite.He pulled out his phone and called someone. Someone who knew more about Milan than Milan himself."I need information," Barak said as soon as the call connected. "About Milan."The person on the other end chuckled before replying, "I’m curious, Barak. Are you trying to play at a higher level?"Barak smirked. "I just want to make sure someone knows who’s really betraying him."The next day, Barak deliberately waited in front of the campus. He knew Arkanza would pass through here, and he made sure to look relaxed, as if nothing had happened.Soon enough, Arkanza appeared, accompanied by Milan and Albert.Milan immediately tensed up upon seeing Barak. His eyes narrowed as if ready to confront him.But Barak didn’t give
HighSchool of Billionere suspect
Albert walked slowly down the corridor of the Smith family's residence. The large house felt empty, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. The cool night air slipped through the tall windows, carrying the distinct scent of wood and a garden dampened by the rain.Tonight, Arkanza had gone to Barak’s coming-of-age party—a celebration that had been announced in a rather provocative manner on campus, especially with the insinuation that even servants were allowed to attend. Barak always had a way of drawing attention. Albert himself wasn’t particularly interested in going to that party. He had other priorities.As he walked further, his eyes caught sight of Milan and Vikram in the distance, standing near a small gate leading to the back garden. The two seemed deep in conversation, though Milan’s expression was unusual—tense, even.Albert approached and greeted them, “Milan.”Milan turned, surprised to see him there. "Albert? What are you doing here?"Albert shru
HighSchool of Billionere trapped
The music pounded loudly inside the luxurious hotel ballroom. Colorful lights spun around, creating a lively party atmosphere. The guests, mostly university students from the same campus, cheered and laughed, enjoying the abundance of drinks and food. Amidst the glittering celebration, Barak, the host, stood confidently in front of a giant screen hanging in the middle of the room."Thank you for coming!" Barak shouted loudly. "Tonight isn't just a celebration of my birthday, but also of my coming of age. And as part of this celebration, I want to share something special with all of you."The entire room fell silent for a moment before the screen behind Barak lit up. A video started playing.In one corner of the room, Arkanza leaned against the wall with an indifferent expression. He had come to this party more because of his friends’ invitation, not out of any interest in Barak or the event itself. To Arkanza, Barak was just someone who craved too much attention.The footage on the sc
HighSchool of Billionere Barak are not that bad
The music pounded loudly inside the crowded hotel ballroom, filled with elegantly dressed guests. Colorful lights spun around, creating a wild party atmosphere. Laughter, the clinking of glasses, and increasingly incoherent conversations blended into the noise of the night.In one corner of the room, Arkanza sat with his body slightly slumped, trying to ignore the chaos around him. His hand gripped an empty glass, while his head felt increasingly heavy. He wasn’t used to this kind of environment, yet somehow, he had gotten caught up in it.Every time his glass emptied, someone would refill it. Barak’s friends, who had been trying to ‘liven up’ the atmosphere, never let Arkanza’s glass stay empty for long. At first, he tried to refuse politely, but his rejection was only met with loud laughter and teasing."Don't act so innocent, Arkanza!" one of the men sitting beside him shouted. "This is a party! Just relax and enjoy your drink."Arkanza glanced toward Barak, who was surrounded by h
HighSchool of Billionere lost track
The night breeze was still blowing gently, but Arkanza’s body felt increasingly hot. Barak looked at the man beside him with a worried expression. Arkanza’s face was flushed, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were half-closed. He was in a terrible condition.Damn. I can't let him stay like this.Quickly, Barak grabbed his phone and started searching for a solution on the internet. His hands trembled slightly as he typed into the search bar:"How to quickly sober up from alcohol"Several articles appeared on the screen, but one comment from a netizen on a forum caught his attention:"If someone is too drunk, the fastest way to sober them up is to make them drink alcohol again. It helps the body adjust and speeds up recovery."Barak frowned. Really? He wasn’t sure, but seeing Arkanza growing weaker, he didn’t have many options.His eyes scanned the hotel garden, searching for a source of alcohol. Suddenly, he spotted a half-full bottle of liquor on an outdoor table near the pool—pro
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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