Rise of Robert,the youngest student billionaire.

CHAPTER 216

Swallowing hard, Wilson forced the words out, each syllable feeling like shards of glass in his throat.

“I... apologize, Robert,” he said, his voice strained and devoid of sincerity.

The apology felt hollow, and anyone paying attention could sense it. The bitterness of the moment was etched on Wilson’s face, his lips pressed into a tight line as though the very act of speaking left a foul taste in his mouth.

But the fear, the deep, gnawing fear of what Mr. Brian could do, of the secrets he could expose—was enough to compel him to comply.

The thought of his escapades being laid bare, of his reputation being shredded in front of these very people, terrified him more than the humiliation of apologizing. His pride was wounded, but his survival instincts had kicked in.

Mr. Brian watched Wilson closely, his expression unreadable. Though he could tell that the apology wasn’t heartfelt, there was a certain satisfaction in having forced the man to swallow his pride.

At least Wilson had don