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The Richest Heir CHAPTER 16
Caleb gazed out the car window, the passing scenery a blur, as Frank navigated the road to college."Those Bennett brothers are the worst kind. Marcus thinks he's some big shot because he's got a bit of influence in the underworld, and Mario, well, he's just a loudmouth with a penchant for causing trouble," Frank explained with a scoff. "They thrive on preying on the vulnerable, using fear to maintain their shaky dominance."His tone suggested a personal distaste for their actions and attitudes."But what irks me the most is their lack of honor. No code, no principles—just a couple of opportunistic thugs trying to act tough," he added, shaking his head in disapproval. "I've seen their kind before, and they don't deserve an ounce of respect."Frank's words painted a vivid picture of his contempt for the Bennett brothers and their lack of integrity in the criminal underworld.As the car sped through the city, Frank couldn't help but express his thoughts about Caleb."You know, Caleb,
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 17
The room's temperature surged, an unexpected warmth enveloping Caleb as he stood, utterly captivated by the enchanting image of his professor.Her lips painted a deep shade of red added a touch of allure, making her appear even more captivating as she meticulously wiped away the remnants of coffee from her body. Oblivious to the profound effect of her half-naked presence, she continued the ritual, unaware of the spell she unwittingly cast on Caleb.A full-length mirror on the wall beside the kitchen island reflected her as she engaged in a quiet celebration of self-appreciation. She delicately traced the contours of her body with a tissue, each movement accentuating her alluring curves. Catching her reflection, she turned to the side, admiring her silhouette, a smile of satisfaction playing on her lips.In a moment of genuine delight, her gaze lingered on her own reflection, particularly appreciating the results of her dedication at the gym. "Looking fabulous, Professor Hanks!" sh
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 18
Caleb, after drying both his body and hair, skillfully wrapped the towel around his waist. With the washroom door unlocked, he strolled confidently to his closet.Amid the array of freshly acquired clothes, he zeroed in on a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a polo t-shirt, his choice for the party.As he tried on the outfit, he couldn't deny he looked pretty good in the mirror.He sighed while assessing his reflection. The idea of attending a party with those rich, entitled folks who had always made him feel inferior bothered him. It was like diving into a gathering with the very people who had a knack for making him uncomfortable, leaving his stomach in knots as he imagined the event.Susan, wasn't like the other rich entitled pricks. She was a constant source of sweetness, who had gone out of her way to invite him personally, he couldn't bear to let her down, especially on her birthday. ""I'll just pop in and out," he mused.With that thought, he got ready for what promised to be
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 19
Professor Hanks advanced with deliberate steps, closing the gap until she stood nearly chest to chest with Caleb.Caleb responded with a mischievous grin, his right hand gripping her shirt tightly, poised to unleash a passionate encounter that would make her scream his name."Caleb, we really shouldn't," her voice quivered, a contradiction to her actions as she leaned into him.Her eyes revealed a mix of bewilderment, desire, and an unspoken need."Why not?" Caleb swiftly pulled her t-shirt over her head, guiding her back onto the mattress, where the cool sheet embraced her. Dark hair cascaded like a waterfall against the white pillow, and parted lips hinted at anticipation for what was to come."I'm going to take you to heaven," Caleb whispered huskily, skillfully undressing her as he explored her exposed skin."Heaven, huh?" Amusement clouded her features."Yes," he whispered in her ear, trailing his fingertips down her skin, unhooking her bra, then moving his hands to her skirt."B
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 20
As Professor Hanks delved into her lecture, Caleb's gaze involuntarily drifted to her form—a strappy black dress adorning flawless skin, her long hair elegantly gathered in a bun.As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned, chin lifting, her sweeping gaze meeting Caleb's. He didn't even contemplate looking away, unbothered by the fact that she knew he was watching. Unfazed, he didn't care if she sensed his thoughts, even the less noble ones. In that moment, he reckoned with the question—when did he become such a bastard? The answer eluded him.Caleb's gaze involuntarily traced the contours of Professor Hanks as memories of his vivid dream lingered. The black dress she adorned seemed almost tailored to accentuate every perfect curve, and Caleb found himself involuntarily licking his lips, entranced by the tantalizing thoughts beneath the fabric.Professor Hanks fixed him with an arched eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips. Suddenly, it felt as if a chill ran down his spine, as if
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 21
The intense interrogation from Professor Hanks had frayed Caleb's nerves, prompting him to skip his lecture and retreat to his apartment.While making himself a sandwich, a small smile played on his lips.The amusing situations he stumbled into lately - catching glimpses of two women in various states of undress made him chuckle out loud. He couldn't help but wonder how he continually managed to find himself in such entertaining situations.Maybe it was time to get a girlfriend.With newfound wealth, Caleb felt like he could effortlessly captivate any womanAll he needed was a little bit of grooming.Tracy held the title for a while, but Caleb belatedly realized he was never truly in love with her. She was a girl focused only on material things, seeing him as a way to fulfill her whims and desires.Before inheriting his fortune, Caleb was a shy individual and lacked confidence, mainly due to his financial struggles. His days were marked by hard work to make ends meet, making the ide
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 22
Caleb stormed into the classroom, his anger palpable. Determination gleamed in his eyes; Amanda was about to learn a lesson. Swiftly, he dialed Mr. Nat."Sir...""I need our company's legal prowess unleashed. Send Amanda Smith a bold invoice—$50,000. She has three days to pay, or face the consequences of arrest!""Rest assured, sir. I'll relay your commanding instructions promptly."Caleb slid his phone back into his pocket and stepped into the classroom. Laughter and chatter greeted Caleb as he entered the room, finding students scattered in animated conversations. A glance at his watch revealed five minutes remaining before the class officially commenced. Jessica, catching sight of Caleb, instinctively shrank back in her seat.Amanda, slipping past Caleb, settled beside Rebecca, her disdain for the "loser" evident."I'm in desperate need of a shower," Amanda declared, her disdain still lingering.Jessica shifted her attention away from Caleb and directed a puzzled look at Amanda.
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 23
Returning to his apartment, Caleb sought refuge in a brisk shower, determined to cleanse away the day's drama. As the water cascaded, he felt the weight of the day washing off his shoulders. After a refreshing fifteen minutes under the shower, he emerged feeling rejuvenated. Donning a crisp white t-shirt paired with sleek black track suit bottoms, he casually dried his hair with a towel before striding over to the couch, nonchalantly tossing the towel aside.Catching a glimpse of the clock, he realized that it was time for Emily's live broadcast. Swiftly retrieving his mobile, he sank into the comfort of the couch, eagerly tuning in to catch the Emily's virtual show.The broadcast had already began, but still a small smile graced Caleb's face, as he watched her sing. Undoubtedly, her voice was enchanting, and her face, equally captivating. But, having spent time with her, he knew her beauty extended beyond the surface-her soul, a reflection of true beauty.Emily's thick, dark hair