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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
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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
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 186
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
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 187
Jackie stood in front of her dorm room mirror, carefully applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She pressed her lips together, ensuring the color was even and vibrant. Satisfied with the result, she turned her attention to her hair. With practiced movements, she adjusted a few strands, tucking some behind her ear while letting others fall just right. She then reached for a hairpin, securing them perfectly into place, making sure every detail was immaculate. The soft glow of the evening light through the window added a warm hue to her reflection, highlighting her meticulous effort. Satisfied, she stepped back from the mirror, giving herself a once-over. Her eyes scanned her outfit, taking in the stylish top that accentuated her figure and the perfectly fitted jeans that hugged her curves just right. She adjusted her top slightly, making sure it lay just so, and straightened her jeans to ensure they looked flawless. Her gaze then moved to her shoes, a pair of sleek, black ankle boo
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Jackie's heart soared with hope as Cassie greeted her with a warm smile. Perhaps their strained relationship was on the path to recovery after all. Yet, Jackie's optimism received a boost when Cassie's brow furrowed slightly, indicating her curiosity. "You look nice, Jackie," Cassie remarked, her eyes lingering on Jackie's attire with a hint of admiration. "The outfit really suits you. Are you headed somewhere special?" Jackie hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting away before she mustered the courage to speak. "Cassie, I've been feeling really bad about something lately, and I just need to know... Have you forgiven me?" Cassie's brows furrowed in confusion. "Forgiven you? For what?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. "Did you do something wrong?" Jackie stared at her cousin, wondering whether she was joking. They hadn't talked properly since the night at the bar—all because of Caleb—and now Cassie was acting as if nothing had happened between them. "Are you serious?" Jac