Real quick, I searched for the group chat where my evil batchmates were members of it, including Sebastian, Clark, and Chester. After scrolling through a long list of chats, I finally found the group. I looked deeper into the messages. Did some back reads. The way I expected, members were gossiping about the Young Master's upcoming party - my congratulatory party for winning my first case. "Guys, listen up, I have some news for you. Don't know if it's good or bad though. Wanna hear it?" Chester typed. Clark Cedrick added to the group. "Welcome back, @ClarkCedrick! How have you been, dude? Are you still on the run because of what that bastard did to you?" Sebastian announced. Because it's a devil's comeback, members sent heart emojis. "Poor Clark. He suffered enough because of that bastard Zachary. Perhaps you, guys, should do something about him. His involvement in our lives was too much." "We already did, dude," Sebastian replied. "But the man was too mu
Afterward, I blocked Van's number to make sure he had no means to reach out to me. If ever our paths cross again, I will make sure he can't see another day again, 'cause I'm gonna put him in jail myself. "Anyway, is everyone ready for the meeting?" I changed the subject when Jennie was in the middle of considering everything I told her. "They're already in the meeting room waiting for us, Mr. Fisher," Jennie replied, her tone started to get calm. "Do you need anything before we can start the meeting?" "A cup of coffee will do. Thank you." I rose from my seat and went to the meeting room. After an hour of discussing the updates of the mega project, I realized one thing. "Have I told you guys about tonight's party?" I frowned. "You already told me and John Dave, but I'm afraid you haven't told the rest of us, Mr. Fisher," Jennie confirmed. "Do you want us to join you in the party?" I can see that everyone's expression changed all of a sudden. None of them m
My number was called. Without hesitation, I walked down the red carpet and stood confidently at the center of the grand hall, my mask adding an air of mystery to my already charismatic presence. The room was alive with energy as people danced and mingled, their masks adding an element of intrigue to the festivities. As I surveyed the crowd, I felt a surge of gratitude and pride. The turnout for my victory party was beyond anything I could have imagined. More or less six hundred people had gathered to celebrate my recent success, and I was overwhelmed by the support and enthusiasm of my enemies. Out of the six hundred attendees, ninety-five percent of them were my mortal enemies, not as the Young Master, but as the loser Zachary Llamas. Two percent can be real people, can be added to my list of true friends, approachable, and had fear of God while the remaining three percent didn't care about me. The grand hall of the hotel has been transformed into a breathtaking display of opulen
They all rose from their seats and in a matter of seconds, everyone surrounded me including all my employees. Some of them looked me in the eye with contempt, especially Clark, Sebastian, and Celestine's circle of evil friends while the rest, my classmates were confused and intrigued as to why I did it. Sebastian stumbled to the tiled floor a few times. But I did not stop with just one hard slap. I hopped on top of him and punched him in the face countless times until I saw blood coming out of his mouth. The good thing was that none of his friends dared to take me away from him. "Die, you son of a bitch!" I growled as I kept punching him. "You're nothing but a ruthless, liar, and manipulative, son of a bitch! DIE! DIE! DIE!" ~~~ I kept screaming that on top of my head over and over again. How I wish that would be the case, but no. A lot of things kept running wild inside my brain. Awful ones. I want to punch Sebastian in the face. Stab him with a knife straig
"Is it true that we were fooled earlier?" One of the attendees, I believe, was one of my classmates asked in the group chat. "The man who announced the winners was not the Young master?" "Didn't you recognize him? That was Zachary, our new classmate." "The audacity. Is it true that he was pretending to be the Young Master?" "It was no longer new to us that Zachary was that kind of person. A troublemaker. We hated him to the deepest part of our bones. You, guys, should, too. You were already part of his life as his new classmate. He was like a contiguous disease. Better expect all your lives would get ruined, too." "He was once a member of this group chat, but he voluntarily removed himself from the group. We don't need him here. You, guys, better be prepared. We're done with his ugly face. He's an ungrateful bastard who had no shame. After everything we did to him. You should find a valid reason to kick him out of the school." The audacity to claim such words. I could barely remem
The weight of my attorney's words cut deeper into my heart, mind, body, and soul. He used my son to provoke my decision-making. I needed to choose between Celestine and Noah, but both of them were too important for me. His disappearance from the meeting room put me into a deafening silence, but the remnants of his heavy words remained, dominating all the corners. All I could hear was my heartbeats racing, bothered and helpless. I looked into the documents in my hands, trying to read and understand them one by one, but my worries and fears were more bothering me as they surpassed my ability to think straight. One of the duly signed testimonies was from Adeline. It states, "The Lincolns were the worst among the family I have worked with. Divina Lincoln is a monster you should avoid. Every time I committed a mistake, despite being small, she would penalize me by hurting me physically instead of correcting me or at least giving me another chance to correct my mistake. Lo
Startled, I bolted to the exit but when I reached the doorway, our next professor blocked me from skipping his class. "Skipping is strictly forbidden in my class, Mr. Llamas. Get back to your seat or I'll drop you from my class." I attempted to reach out to the doorknob but he slammed the door closed and stood still in front of me as if he had no plan of stepping away from his spot unless I stepped back to my seat. "You're a new student, Mr. Llamas," he added. "Among your classmates, you are the one who needs to catch up on a lot of things, don't you agree with me? I'm not gonna say it again." Then he stepped away from the doorway. "I'll give you two choices, Mr. Llamas." he continued. "Your first choice would be. Once you get out of that door, I highly suggest you should drop off the class. Your second choice would be, if you stay, I'll consider giving you a chance to catch up." Considering how late I am for the semester, indeed, I had a lot of things to catch u
But it made me wonder why of all the days they could visit New York City, could have been on the days when I was faced with issues and problems. Why? Is there any agenda for this unexpected visit? Did they have me followed behind my back? As far as I can remember, Dad didn't like his brothers and sisters. That's why he settled in New York instead of in Europe. In the middle of my journey to the airport, Celestine's image suddenly popped out of my brain. She was the main reason I depleted my body from boxing and wrestling with my bodyguards last night instead of playing ball games. They suggested doing boxing and wrestling if I wanted to have a perfect distraction. So, I followed their piece of advice since they all agreed in unison. It was already a quarter before dawn when I got back to my condo unit. I was supposed to visit her today since her entire family is busy during the daytime, but Dad's call was more crucial. Five minutes later, I stood near the arrivals gate anxiously sc