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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
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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
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Cassie decided to keep Caleb's secret safe, no matter how tempting it was to reveal the truth to Jackie. Cassie was lost in her thoughts, a broad smile spreading across her face. She thought about Caleb and his sudden display of wealth—the purchase of the city's most expensive villa. She remembered walking through the grand entrance, marveling at the luxurious interiors, and envisioning a future there with Caleb. The thought of being married to him, living in that magnificent house, surrounded by comfort and opulence, filled her with joy. She couldn't help but smile, imagining the life they would share in such splendor. Cassie was so absorbed in her daydream about Caleb and the magnificent mansion he had purchased that she didn't notice Jackie calling out to her multiple times. "Cassie?" No answer "Cassie, are you even listening?" There was no response. Jackie frowned and walked up to her, shaking her shoulder gently. "Cassie!" she said, louder this time. Cassie blinked a
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"Um, so where were you going?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest. Jackie smiled and said, "I'm meeting Tommy at the canteen in a while. After that, maybe we'll go somewhere romantic. Let's see how it goes." Cassie returned the smile, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Will Caleb also be there?" she asked, trying to sound casual. Jackie shook her head, her expression puzzled. "Why would he be there? I'm meeting my boyfriend, Cassie. Caleb's obviously not invited," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. Cassie couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, that's fine. I'll come with you anyway and find him myself," she said, her tone lighthearted. She couldn't wait to see Caleb again, even if it meant tagging along with Jackie and Tommy. Jackie's smile wavered at Cassie's words. A flicker of confusion crossed her face as she tried to understand why Cassie suddenly wanted to meet Caleb, the so-called loser. Cassie ha
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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
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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
