"... How much do you hate your leader?" The tomb keeper shook his head in an old-fashioned manner, "This amount of money is no more expensive than a life."
Zachary hooked the man who was about to leave, "We're not done talking, look at this, have you seen it when you were in the antique business?"
Joselyn Robles looked at them both from side to side and her smile didn't go down, "Zach there's no need to rush, since so many threads are intertwined it's most likely a secret under one karmic copy, the poison looks creepy but other than the ability to catalyze the very sight of it no other harm has been found so far, it's more of a 'link' than a poison '."
Suspicious, the tomb keeper counted through the bills and was pleasantly surprised; he drew out the charm concealed in them, and the moment he saw the human-faced phoenix, his expression changed.
The tomb keeper admired and put away the red ticket, "You're really something, OK, I'll keep it for you."
Zachary blinked, quickly accepting the setup, and as Celine Kirk spotted him, the little dainty girl sat on Keenan's arm and weakly made her way into the Antique Row exhibit. Antique line this piece of treasure, and occasionally fights, the whole street is ancient and low-key luxury, looking at the broken doors and windows made of rotten wood, may be the Quinton dug out of the sycamore perch, Zachary last time to bring Xavier Burch, rookie Mr. stepped on the boss lazy didn't sweep the ash, are a shock afraid of which is a thousand years of the ashes of the royal relatives. His wrist was still in Zachary's hand, and he begged for forgiveness with a downward-facing posture that turned a hundred and eighty degrees, "I'm wrong - the people next to me are looking at oh, that girl has an indignant expression of being split up from her cp, as if she's going to pounce on me and eat me." "Eh, just kidding." Callum Luna grinned and begged for mercy - he'd just struck out of nowhere, and while
Zachary stood outside the Pinnacle Institute of Commerce, admiring the imposing black brick gate with the large yellow letters reading "Pinnacle Institute of Commerce." The tall fence, made of dried leaves, stretched out on both sides, enveloping the entire schoolyard. The sound of car engines filled the air as students arrived, eager to start their day. As he took in the sights and sounds, Zachary couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Holding his admission ticket tightly in his hand, he thought about the journey that led him here. The memories of the torture and ridicule from Nathanael Chapman and others still lingered, but Zachary pushed those thoughts aside. He was finally at the university of his dreams and ready to start this new chapter. The sun began to rise higher, its bright rays shining directly on Zachary's face. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, taking a quick step forward to escape the sun's gaze. Suddenly, he collided with another student wal
Zachary felt annoyed at Rashad's words, but he appreciated Malaya's intervention. "I am interested in purchasing this phone, and I can afford it," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. Malaya smiled at Zachary. "Of course, I'm happy to help. What questions do you have about this phone?" Meanwhile, a rich-looking man had been browsing the store and liking the same phone model. As he approached the counter to make his purchase, Rashad couldn't resist taking another jab at Zachary. "Looks like this guy can't keep up with the big spenders. But you, sir, can certainly afford the best," he said, turning his attention to the wealthy customer. Due to Malaya's respect for him, Zachary was determined to purchase the phone he had set his sights on. Malaya allowed him to process his payment and handed him the card reader. Zachary inserted his card and began the transaction, but a red error message soon appeared on the screen. Rashad raised an eyebrow and looked at Zachary skeptically. "It s
The scene with the group of bullies reminded Zachary of a similar experience in high school. Back then, he had been the victim of bullying, but Kolby was the only one who were friends with him. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to Zachary, who had always felt alone and powerless. Now that Kolby was in trouble, Zachary felt it was his turn to step in and repay the favor. Without thinking twice, he rushed to Kolby's aid, determined to protect him from the bullies. He lunged forward and tackled the leader, sending him to the ground. The group of bullies was surprised. They didn't know who Zachary was, so they didn't attack him. "Who are you?" the leader asked with wide eyes. "Are you his friend?" he gestured, referring to Kolby. Zachary remained silent, knowing he was in a dangerous situation, surrounded by the leader's friends. "I am his friend," Zachary said firmly. "I won't sit idly by while you bully him. Leave him alone and go your separate ways." The leader of the bu
As the appointed time approached, Zachary made his way to the meeting spot, eager to hear what Emma had to say. As he arrived, he saw that a crowd had gathered in the fountain, but he ignored them and focused on finding Emma. Sure enough, he spotted her standing by the fountain. However, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Emma holding a lighter. She's at the center of the commotion, giving him a mysterious smile. Suddenly, she leaned to the right, and Zachary saw a neatly arranged pile of money on the ground. His heart pounded as he saw another student lifting a sign that read "Zachary's Dirty Money." Zachary was stunned and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Zachary rushed over to Emma, but it was too late. Emma had already set the stack of bills on fire. His heart was pounding, and he felt a mix of heartbreak and anger. The guy holding the board pushed him away despite his attempts to put out the flames. "Why would you do that?!" Zachary exclaimed, tears streaming down
Zachary paused, thinking back to the heartbreak and injustice he had experienced as an ordinary person. He knew they would continue to harm others if he didn't stand up."All right, I'll come back," he finally said to the butler.As he turned to leave, he saw three sleek Mercedes cars pull up, followed by a group of guards who quickly bowed to him."Sorry to keep you are waiting, sir," the head of security said, opening the door of the middle car for Zachary.Zachary climbed into the car. Then he asked the driver to take him to a phone store he had previously visited.As he entered the store, Zachary spotted Rashad and a surprised smile crossed Rashad's face. "Well, if it isn't you," he said, chuckling. "Are you here to return the phone?"Zachary shook his head. "No, actually, I'm here to buy a new phone," he said calmly. Rashad raised an eyebrow. "Another one? Do you want a cheaper phone? I'm sorry to say that your phone is the cheapest." Zachary ignored and asked, "Where's Malaya?
It was evident that Zachary's clothes were much cheaper than Kash's, consisting of just a T-shirt and shorts. Zachary seemed comfortable in his attire, but Kash's comment made him aware of the contrast between them. It also made him realize that he hadn't changed his style even though he was the heir. In any case, Zachary had no intention of changing his style anytime soon. Paige recognized Zachary and expressed her surprise, "I remember this guy. Is he a target of the Nathanael bullies?"Kash sneered and said, "Yeah, that's him. Unfortunately, he spent his money foolishly, and now he's back to being a poor guy. A cleaner." Zachary replied, "I'm not an employee here." Kash looked surprised and asked, "Then why are you here? Are you looking to buy an apartment? Even if you had a few thousand dollars left, you wouldn't be able to afford an apartment here. Do you understand?" As a result, Kash asserts that Zachary is an idiot for wasting scholarship and not awareness the value of
The city's annual Economic Summit is a glamorous event that attracts students, business leaders, and the elite. While it's meant to be an informative and educational conference, the focus on appearance has become overwhelming recently, with attendees feeling pressure to wear expensive and luxurious outfits in order to appear successful and influential.A white, luxurious tablecloth drapes over a round table, with a few wine glasses poised atop it. Nathanael Chapman's group of friends gather around the table, their laughter and conversation filling the air as they enjoy their drinks together. "It's wonderful; let's give it our all today. Request a few more bottles of whisky." From head to toe, Nathanael Chapman is always dressed in expensive, branded clothing. Nathanael Chapman waved his hand in refusal: "Wait, everyone. Let's stop drinking for a moment and play some games. It's not fun if we drink too much before the party starts." One of Nathanael Chapman's trusted friends, sitt