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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
HighSchool of Billionere A peaceful home
Adam glanced at his phone screen, his face turning serious. “Who is it this time,” he muttered, then stood and walked away from the dining table.Norman and Amber exchanged knowing looks, their expressions revealing what they already expected. The happiness they had felt the night before slowly faded. They knew what this meant—Adam was being called away for work again.A few minutes later, Adam returned to the table with a serious expression. He sat down, anxiously rubbing his face with his hands.“There’s a big problem at the office,” he said, his firm voice laced with tension.Maria looked at her husband with concern. “What kind of problem, honey?”Adam sighed. “One of our biggest clients in New York just canceled a deal. This project could collapse if I don’t step in immediately.”Amber responded immediately, her tone tinged with disappointment. “So, you have to leave again?”Adam nodded slowly, trying to force a small smile. “I have to. This is a major project, very important for
HighSchool of Billionere Investigate
The bedroom door opened, and Albert entered, carrying a tray of food in his hands. On the tray were a bowl of hot soup, several pieces of toasted bread, and a glass of fresh orange juice. As always, Albert wore a warm smile."You haven’t eaten anything since this morning," he said as he placed the tray on the bedside table.Arkanza nodded, offering a small smile. "Thank you, Albert. I’ll eat later."Albert glanced around the room briefly, his eyes lingering on Arkanza’s desk, cluttered with various technological devices. However, he didn’t ask any questions. He was used to Arkanza’s reclusive habits and his preference for spending hours in front of his computers or tablet."If you need anything, just call me," Albert said before exiting the room and gently closing the door.As the door clicked shut, Arkanza let out a sigh of relief. He waited a few seconds to ensure Albert was truly gone before reopening his tablet. The folder he had found earlier was still displayed on the screen, an
HighSchool of Billionere Intention of revenge
"Just a moment," Arkanza replied, his voice slightly faltering. He quickly pressed a button on his tablet, shutting it off and hiding it in the desk drawer. Taking a moment to compose himself, he tried to remain calm, even though anxiety and anger still churned within him.Albert, unaware of what had transpired overnight, knocked again and opened the door slightly. "Young master, are you alright? Are you ready? Um, the master and madam are waiting for you at the dining table. Should I bring breakfast to your room?" he asked, a hint of concern in his tone as he noticed Arkanza’s slightly disheveled state."I'm fine," Arkanza answered, attempting to mask his unease. He sighed, stood from his chair, and added, "I'll be there shortly, so no need for breakfast in my room."Albert looked at him for a moment but refrained from saying anything. "Very well, I'll wait outside," he said before closing the door and leaving Arkanza’s room.Once Albert was gone, Arkanza sat down briefly, staring at
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"I just wanted to return the book you lent me yesterday. Thank you, it was really interesting." Lilian placed the book on his desk and sat in the seat next to him.Across the room, Valerie watched the scene with a cold gaze. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself by writing in her notebook, but her fingers paused halfway."Why is she always around him?" Valerie muttered quietly to herself.Valerie had long harbored feelings for Arkanza. Though she never expressed it directly, she always made sure to be by his side, both as a friend and a support in various things. But since Lilian had come into the picture, Arkanza's attention had become divided, and that made Valerie feel sidelined.Every time she saw Lilian talking to Arkanza, Valerie felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to ignore those feelings, convincing herself that Lilian had no ill intentions. But the more she saw their closeness, the harder it was to suppress her jealousy."Valerie, are you okay?" one of her f
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“Thank you,” Arkanza replied curtly, trying to keep his tone neutral.Lilian sat beside him, her face as cheerful as ever. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been daydreaming a lot lately.”Arkanza sighed. “Life. Sometimes it’s too complicated to understand.”Lilian gave a small smile. “Life is like that. But you don’t have to face it alone, Arkanza. Sometimes, sharing helps.”Her words sounded genuine, and for a moment, Arkanza was tempted to open up. But he knew better. He couldn’t trust Lilian completely—not yet.As days passed, Arkanza found himself talking to Lilian more often. They sat together during breaks, shared snacks, or simply chatted casually in the school garden. Lilian often talked about her life at home, about her family running a small bakery near the city center.“My parents are hard workers,” Lilian said one day. “But they always make sure I have time to study and do the things I love.”Arkanza looked at her curiously. “They sound like good people.”“They are,” Lilian re
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Lilian appeared seemingly out of nowhere, glaring at the teacher with an unusual sharpness in her eyes.Enzo looked momentarily startled but didn’t back down. “Oh, it’s you again. What is it?” he asked, stepping closer.Lilian stood firm. “I heard Miss Isla is looking for you. She said it’s urgent.”Arkanza felt an unexpected sense of relief. Once again, Lilian had come to his aid. Even though he couldn’t show much gratitude, he sensed something profound in her actions—something he couldn’t easily understand.“What is it you really want from me?” Arkanza asked after a brief silence.Lilian glanced at him before turning back to Enzo. “You’d better go now, or Miss Isla might get upset. It seems important,” she said flatly. Without waiting for Enzo’s response, she pulled Arkanza away.In his mind, Arkanza began to wonder: Why did Lilian always appear in these critical moments? There had to be more to it than just good intentions. Lilian seemed to know something she wasn’t revealing.In t
Mr. enzo
But Arkanza wasn’t satisfied with that answer. Why did Lilian always appear at critical moments like this?Suspicious ObservationsDays passed, yet the question lingered in Arkanza’s mind. He began to observe Lilian’s movements around the school. She was often seen watching him from afar, but every time he tried to approach her, Lilian disappeared into the crowd.One day, the opportunity arose. In a quiet library, Arkanza found Lilian reading a thick book on psychology.“You always show up at the right time. Are you a spy or something?” Arkanza joked, though he was half-serious.Lilian looked up, smiling faintly. “Maybe I just care.”“Care? Why?”Lilian closed her book and fixed her gaze on Arkanza with an inscrutable expression. “Because I know what it’s like to be in that position. I don’t want to see bad things happen again.”Her answer only deepened Arkanza’s suspicion. He wanted to press further, but Lilian stood up. “I have to go. See you around, Arkanza.”He could only watch as
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With unwavering resolve, Arkanza pushed forward. But he was also acutely aware that the deeper he probed, the greater the danger he faced. Damien had the power to destroy everything Arkanza had built, and beyond that, his network could crush anyone who dared to stand in his way.Weeks later, Arkanza received shocking news. He learned that Damien had infiltrated his network—even some of his most trusted allies had betrayed him and sided with Damien. Hearing this, Arkanza realized that his future was in jeopardy. He would not only have to confront Damien directly but also fight against those who had once stood by his side.The only way to uncover Damien’s plan was to face him in person, but Arkanza knew the confrontation would not be easy. If Damien truly knew his every move, every step Arkanza took would be under careful scrutiny.Taking a significant risk, Arkanza decided to meet Damien face-to-face, hoping to uncover who was truly pulling the strings. He knew the meeting would be per
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One night, while in his study, Arkanza received a message from one of his trusted subordinates. There was new information that could lead to Malov’s location. Without hesitation, Arkanza decided to follow the lead.But when Arkanza arrived at the location, he was met with an unexpected reality. There, he encountered someone he had once trusted deeply: Evelyn, a brilliant and confident woman he had always considered an ally.“Evelyn?” Arkanza asked in shock, trying to steady himself despite the turmoil in his heart. “What are you doing here?”Evelyn offered a faint smile, cold and devoid of the warmth they once shared.“I didn’t expect you to come, Arkanza. But I suppose this is as good a time as any for a conversation.”“A conversation?” Arkanza felt a chill run through him. “What’s going on? What are you hiding, Evelyn?”Evelyn chuckled softly, her laughter carrying an edge of disdain.“I’m no one now, Arkanza. I’m just playing a much larger game. Malov is the only one who knows wh
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However, the deeper Arkanza delved, the more he felt something was off. The information Aidan provided was too easy to find, too perfect. Was Aidan truly trying to help, or was he merely leading Arkanza into a larger trap?That evening, Arkanza met Aidan again at the same location. This time, the atmosphere between them was tense.“I’ve analyzed the data, Aidan. Something’s not right. It’s all too perfect. Are you really helping me, or are you setting me up for something bigger?” Arkanza asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Aidan hesitated for a moment, seemingly shaken by the question. “What are you implying?” he asked, his voice slightly trembling.“This data is too structured, too deliberate. I don’t know if you’re truly trying to help me or if you’re working for someone more powerful than Smith. Don’t think I’m a fool, Aidan,” Arkanza said sharply, scrutinizing Aidan’s every move.Aidan looked confused and slightly anxious. “Arkanza, I… I just want you to know the truth. I’m tr
enemy in the Blanket
As he moved further into the room, he spotted a familiar figure in front of him—Malov. The man who had once been his closest ally now stood among individuals who seemed to wield power beyond comprehension.Malov’s gaze met Arkanza’s, expressionless as if he didn’t recognize him. Yet Arkanza could see something dark in his eyes—something that had transformed Malov into someone unrecognizable.“Arkanza,” Malov said in a low voice. “You’ve come all this way just to see this?”A faint smile crossed Malov’s face, and in that moment, Arkanza realized this was not the same Malov he once knew. The man before him was a traitor, vastly different from the friend who had once stood by his side.“Don’t try to hide what you’ve done, Malov,” Arkanza said firmly. “I know who’s behind all this. And I will stop it.”Malov merely smiled. “You’re too late, Arkanza. Everything has already changed. The truth you’re seeking… is far out of reach.”The meeting had just begun, and Arkanza knew this was only th
The Path to Hidden Truths
Arkanza’s search had taken him far from what he had initially imagined. At first, he had sought only to exact revenge on Adam Smith, the man who had betrayed him and taken away his power. But the deeper he dug, the more mysteries he uncovered, drawing him into a conspiracy far greater than he had anticipated. One note, found in a hidden archive, became the starting point for investigating an unexpected and secretive organization.The note was written in nearly illegible handwriting, as though someone had intentionally tried to conceal their identity. However, upon closer inspection, Arkanza was able to piece it together into something larger. Hidden within the words was confusing information about an organization he had never imagined—an entity seemingly beyond Adam Smith’s control. This organization appeared to have played a role in shaping his life and, more shockingly, in the downfall of the group he had built and even in his supposed death.After nights of analysis, Arkanza knew t