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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
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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
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 185
Don't worry, guys. I'll handle it myself," Caleb assured them, his voice steady. "I'll use the crate with wheels to bring them back. Jane, thanks for offering to help, but let's just do as Carl says. I'll be back before you know it." As Caleb reluctantly agreed to go by himself, Carl and Kenneth exchanged a quick, relieved glance. Just moments earlier, they had been on the verge of panic, their plan teetering on the edge of failure with everyone insisting on accompanying Caleb. But now, they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The tension that had gripped them eased slightly, their shoulders relaxing as they watched Caleb prepare to leave alone. Carl’s rigid stance softened, and Kenneth’s clenched fists slowly unfurled, both of them silently grateful that their scheme had narrowly avoided exposure. Carl glanced at the students, noticing most of them nearing the end of their 1000-meter run. Turning to Caleb, he urged, "Hurry up, Caleb. We need those basketb
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Tommy quickly answered the phone, but as he began to speak, his expression shifted, his brow furrowing in concern. "Hey Jackie, I'm in the middle of..." he started, but then his voice trailed off as he detected something in Jackie's tone. "What's wrong, Jackie? Is everything alright?" Tommy's voice softened with genuine concern, his attention fully focused on the conversation. "Hey Tommy," Jackie began, her voice laced with anticipation. "I was just thinking... I don't have any classes this afternoon. Are you free too?" Tommy paused for a moment, considering his schedule. "Actually, I'm in the middle of PE class right now," he explained apologetically. "And I have one more class after that. But then I'm free, and we can meet up after." Jackie's disappointment was palpable as she questioned, "Can't you just skip the other class for little old me?" Tommy sighed inwardly, knowing he had to tread carefully. "I wish I could, Jackie," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret, "bu
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CHAPTER 243
As Caleb began to walk out of the classroom, Professor Hanks reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and disbelief."Caleb," she said softly but firmly, "I need you to tell me the truth. Did you steal that money?"Caleb looked down at her hand gripping his and then met her gaze. He could see the earnest plea in her eyes, the hope that he wasn't guilty. He took a deep breath, his expression calm and resolute."No, Professor Hanks," he replied quietly. "I didn't steal the money."Professor Hanks studied his face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Finally, she released his hand with a sigh, a flicker of hope still lingering in her eyes."Alright, Caleb," she said firmly, her grip still strong on his hand. "But don't stay silent like you did here. You need to defend yourself clearly when you see the headmaster. Speak the truth and avoid any unnecessary remarks. I'll do everything in my power to support you,
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Jane’s eyes were fixed on Caleb, desperately waiting for him to say something, to shout, to scream his innocence. But he remained calm and collected, his gaze never wavering from Carl. Carl, noticing Caleb's unwavering calm, smirked and turned to Mr. Henderson. "Here's the proof, sir. Now it's up to you how you deal with this thief." Mr. Henderson glanced at Professor Hanks, who was staring at Caleb in shock, unable to reconcile the calm student with the accusations against him. Mr. Henderson nodded and said, "I can't believe after all this time we've actually caught the thief red-handed. Caleb, come with me to the staffroom. We will discuss further what we should do with you with the rest of the staff." Hearing Mr. Henderson's words, some students nodded in agreement, murmuring among themselves that Caleb should be punished. The accusation seemed to fit with the recent rumors and suspicions. However, those who were close to Caleb, especially Jake, Tommy, and Jane, were filled
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The students stared at Caleb with disgust, their eyes shifting between him and the pouch on his desk. Whispers and pointed fingers only deepened the collective disdain. Many had always harbored suspicions about Caleb, simply because he was poor. Yet, in the last few months, something had changed. Caleb had started spending money freely, treating classmates to dinners in expensive restaurants, flaunting an attitude of newfound confidence. The sudden shift was startling. Now, with Jane's pouch found among his belongings, the students were convinced their suspicions were confirmed. To them, Caleb's recent spending spree must have been funded by stolen money from the college. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, the air filled with murmurs and pointed looks. No one seemed to remember the Caleb who once struggled quietly. Instead, they saw only the image of a thief, their minds made up by the damning evidence before them. "I can't believe it!" another student exclaimed, shock evident
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"Well, Carl, after an hour, you'll regret what you're doing right now, and you will pay for what you have done." Carl narrowed his eyes at Caleb momentarily and chuckled, muttering under his breath, "Is that a threat?" Caleb didn’t bother to respond, his silence conveying more than words could. Carl shrugged off Caleb's words, confident that they were meaningless. What could a loser like Caleb do anyway? Carl's smirk grew as he unzipped the bag. He knew that as soon as the money was found, there would be no escape for Caleb. The whole class fell silent, the only sound being the slow, deliberate zip opening Caleb's bag. Kenneth leaned forward on his desk, casting a quick glance at Tracy, who had a small smirk playing on her lips. They knew that any moment now, their plan would come to fruition. On the other hand, Tommy and Jake watched nervously, their anxiety palpable. But the most anxious of all was Jane, the class monitor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
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"I..." Caleb began, weighing his words carefully. Caleb paused for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the situation. He instinctively slid his hands into his pockets, a subtle gesture to calm his nerves. His gaze shifted towards Carl once more, observing the smug confidence etched on his face. It was becoming clear to Caleb that Carl wasn't acting on mere suspicion but had orchestrated this accusation deliberately. The reason for Carl's unwavering confidence in Caleb's guilt pointed to a calculated plan. As Caleb pondered Carl's motives, his eyes flickered briefly to his desk where his bag lay discarded underneath. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling that the money, the very evidence Carl was banking on finding, might have already been planted there. A surge of frustration and anger welled up within him, but he maintained his composure outwardly, preparing to address Professor Hanks and the rest of the class with clarity and conviction. He had been set up. As his
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Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s
CHAPTER 237
Mr. Henderson straightened his tie with an air of authority, smoothing back a few nonexistent strands of hair as he smiled at Professor Hanks. "Just before you arrived, we may have made some progress regarding the thief," Mr. Henderson announced, his voice projecting across the room. He briefly glanced over at Caleb, who met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, her expression shifting to one of focused curiosity. Stepping closer to Mr. Henderson, she asked in a firm tone, "What progress have you made?" Mr. Henderson's smile widened slightly, relishing the attention from Professor Hanks. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice as if sharing a confidential matter. "Before you got here, Carl accused Caleb of being the thief." Professor Hanks's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scanned the room until her gaze landed on Caleb, who met her look with a disbelief apprehension. Carl stood smugly with his arms folded across his ches
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Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi
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The professor's glare bore into Jane with unmasked frustration. "Do you have any brains ! Thats what happebscwhen you dont listen!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I explicitly warned all students on the notice board to be vigilant with their belongings, knowing there's a thief among us. Yet you, young lady, have managed to have the entire class's fees stolen. And you dare call yourself a class monitor!"His words stung like a whip cracking through the air, each syllable laced with disappointment and accusation. The classroom seemed to shrink under the weight of his condemnation, leaving Jane visibly shaken under the harsh spotlight of Professor Henderson's scrutiny.Jane stood frozen under the professor's harsh gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find her voice amidst the palpable tension in the room."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to... I thought... I thought it would be s
