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The Richest Heir CHAPTER 177
Professor Hanks walked with determination through the hallways, her footsteps making a gentle echo on the shiny floors. Caleb trailed closely behind, intrigued by the urgency in her manner. When they arrived at a secluded area, hidden from curious onlookers, Professor Roberts turned to face him, scanning the surroundings to confirm their privacy. With a slight nod of contentment, she directed her full attention towards Caleb, her face displaying a serious yet composed expression. It was evident that whatever she had to discuss was incredibly significant, and Caleb prepared himself for the forthcoming conversation. As Professor Hanks scanned their surroundings, Caleb couldn't help but steal glances at her. His friend's words echoed in his mind, affirming what he couldn't deny: she was undeniably attractive and exuded a captivating aura. Despite his efforts to divert his gaze, Caleb found himself drawn to her charm and elegance. Caleb struggled to maintain his focus as his ey
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 178
Caleb looked at her, stunned. The initial sting of her words faded, replaced by a wave of gratitude. He was deeply touched by her trust in him. He had been sure she would misunderstand him, and the thought had agitated him. But hearing such kind words from her was unexpected and heartening. "Thank you, Professor," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It means a lot to hear you say that." Professor Hanks waved him off with a gentle smile. "No problem" Caleb stood there, still in a state of mild shock from Professor Hanks unexpected kindness. As he continued to process her words, she noticed his lingering gaze and snapped him out of his reverie. Placing her left hand on her hip, she waved a hand in front of him, breaking his trance. "Stop staring, Caleb. Don't you have class you need to get to?" she chided gently, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. Caleb blinked, realizing he had been lost in thought for longer than he intended. "Oh, right! Sorry, Pr
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 179
"Hey, Caleb, you and Professor Hanks really seem to be very close nowadays," he remarked casually.Caleb stopped in his tracks, his expression turning serious. He glanced at Tommy and Jake, unsure what he meant by 'close'. Was it about the conversation they had just witnessed, or did Tommy mean something else entirely? Caleb's mind raced, considering the implications of Tommy's words.Caleb looked between his two friends, a furrow forming on his brow. "What do you mean by 'close'?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.Tommy shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing, really. It's just that it's the second time she's called you to talk privately," he explained. "I mean, what's so important that she couldn't say in front of the two of us?"Jake chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it's just a little strange, that's all," he added, his expression mirroring Tommy's uncertainty.Caleb began to make his way to his PE class, Tommy and Jake quietly matched his pace. Th
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 180
Kenneth, growing impatient with Jane's indecision, quickly texted Tracy, urging her to return and take Jane with them. Tracy promptly returned alone, her expression questioning as she glanced between Kenneth and Carl, who nodded towards Jane. "Hey, why are you still here, Jane?" Tracy's sudden voice startled her. Jane stumbled over her words, her gaze shifting nervously between Tracy and her bag. "Uh, nothing, just... um... I was just... um..." Tracy glanced back at Kenneth, who gave her a subtle nod, urging her to hurry up. "Anyway, Jane, aren't you heading to PE class?" Tracy asked, trying to sound casual. Jane nodded hesitantly, her eyes darting back to her bag. "Yeah.... I was just..." "Well, if you don't hurry up, you'll be late, and you know how Mr. Smith is," Tracy added, her voice tinged with urgency. Jane sighed in agreement, nodding slowly. "Yeah, Mr. Smith can be a terror if you get on his wrong side." "I'm heading there too, so let's go together." "Together?
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 181
Mr. Smith, a stout middle-aged man with a noticeable paunch, made his way to the center of the ground. Despite his appearance, he carried himself with authority, his stride purposeful as he clutched a clipboard in hand. His eyes, framed by a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, scanned the students with a furrowed brow, his gaze lingering on the vacant spot where Carl and Kenneth should have been. "Where are the sports board members Carl and Kenneth?" he inquired, his voice carrying across the field, laced with impatience. Tracy swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of everyone's attention on her. Summoning her courage, she stepped forward, her voice clear but tinged with apprehension. "Sir, they just went to the bathroom," she explained, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the college building. "They should be here soon." The man nodded, his stern expression softening into one of disappointment. "This is absolutely ridiculous," Mr. Smith grumbled, his frustration evident in h
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 182
Carl caught the clipboard with a sharp grab, his fingers tightening around it as he suppressed a curse directed at his teacher. With a resentful scowl, he turned away from Mr. Smith and began calling out names, his voice carrying across the field. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith trudged over to the shade of a nearby tree, the scorching sun beating down relentlessly on the sports field. His face was flushed with frustration, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow as he sought relief from the oppressive heat. With each step, he could feel the weight of the chaos unfolding in his class. As he reached the shade, he leaned against the sturdy trunk of the tree, letting out a deep sigh of exasperation. He settled himself with a sigh, adjusting his cap to shield his eyes, and began to observe the students as the names were called. As Carl began calling out the names, some students, already weary from the heat, settled down on the grass. The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, and the temperature
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 183
As Carl turned around, he shot a knowing wink at Kenneth, silently communicating his plan. He had indeed remembered the basketballs, but he needed a plausible excuse to leave the field without drawing further attention to himself. Carl's heart raced with relief as he silently thanked Kenneth for the ingenious plan. With a quick nod of gratitude towards his teammate, Carl's focus shifted to Caleb. Carl's voice cut through the noise as he issued a command to Caleb, pointing towards the changing room with determination. "Caleb, go fetch the basketballs from the changing room. We need them for practice," he directed, his tone firm yet urgent. "What? Me?" Caleb asked, bewildered. "Yes, you," Carl replied in an exasperated tone. Caught in the moment of hesitation, Caleb's eyes darted back to the gymnasium where the basketballs were waiting. "Well dont just stand there, go!" Carl shouted,before turning confidently, his gaze fixed on the restless students sitting around. "Don't ju
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 184
The gymnasium buzzed with the sounds of students gearing up for the 1000-meter run, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Carl, standing at the center of the commotion, struggled to maintain his authority as a sports board member. Caleb, resigned to his task, prepared to leave with Tommy to retrieve the basketballs when Jane’s voice pierced through the noise. "Wait!" Jane called out, her voice firm as she hurried toward Caleb, determination clear in her eyes. She glanced at Carl, tying her hair back into a ponytail. "I'll do my run when I get back, Carl," she stated, her tone leaving no room for argument. Carl sighed heavily, muttering a curse under his breath as he struggled to keep his temper in check. He closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open, glaring at Jane with mounting frustration. Why was everyone suddenly so determined to help Caleb? He couldn't let Jane and Tommy disrupt his plan. They both needed to stay put. "Jane, you're not going anywhere," Carl