The student billionaire

Chapter 7

So what are you going to do about it? See a loser like you talking as if you are the son of the president. We both know you are nothing but a charity case. I can actually help your course. All you need to do is fall down beside your adopted mother and beg me to forgive you.” Maxwell said with a smug grin on his face.

Jake looked at the students' faces and back at Bella, who was also enjoying the show. It wasn't a show to him anyways. It was more of a humiliation, and Maxwell was winning. “And what if I don't? You are nothing but a bully, and I wonder why everyone is not seeing you for who you truly are.” Jake snapped, clenching his fist in anger.

“And what are you going to do about it? I didn't ask to be born with a silver spoon. It just happened, and you,” Maxwell laughed and spat in front of Mrs. Penelope. “Like I said, I am going to let this go if you fall at my feet.”

The school head stood and watched, trying to maintain balance; he knew someone like Jake, who had nothing to lose, could be irrational, rabid.

“Why don't we make this a bit interesting then, shall we?” Maxwell looked around to catch the gaze of the entire student body, who were now looking at the show.

“You lost Bella to me because you were poor and could barely afford the life she wanted. Why don't I give you the chance to win her back?" Maxwell said with sarcasm in his voice, making Jake want to punch him in the face.

But it was like Jake was a flash; he went straight for Maxwell, landing a jaw to his chin.

Jake's elbow connected well with Maxwell's chin, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Everyone opened their eyes in awe. He was on the verge of being suspended, and what he had done now was definitely going to make him get rusticated. Mrs. Penélope's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she saw what Jake did. “Do you think I am a fool? Why would I?” Jake shouted at his face.

The school head wanted to raise his voice at Jake, but Maxwell raised his hands in the air, and he stopped.

“Funny, don't you want her back?” Maxwell looked at Jake as he spat out some blood from his mouth. Jake looked at Bella, who was now resting against the wall. She was in a skimpy skirt and a top revealing a part of her belly button. Bella let out a small smile, and she could see Jake still wanted him. “I guess you are just too chicken to say what you want. Since you don't want her, then why don't we cut to the chase? This is the second time you are going to hit me, and I think you deserve to be rusticated.”

The school head charged forward and looked at Mrs. Penelope, who was now wailing on the floor. “I am sorry, ma’am. Your son doesn't get to just walk out of here, not after what he did. He is going to face the panel of justice, and they will decide his fate.” Mr. Thomas said, looking at Jake and back at his so-called mother.

Sarah, who had been staring, regretted calling him to the scene. It was just as she had predicted.

Jake was not someone who could hold his calmness. He does not know how to plead for mercy even though he was right. “I think the show is over, Jake. I won.” Maxwell said with a smile. “I think you should grow up a bit. Look around you.” Maxwell said with a funny look on his face. “You don't fit in here; you are just a charity case, and everyone knows it. You could even get a job as my father's lackey if you plead with me very well. The pay is enticing.”

Jake said nothing but simply walked away while Mrs. Penelope trailed after Mr. Thomas to plead the more. He clenched the card he was given by the strange man.

A lot could be changed with just a simple drop of his blood. Jake straightened the card and looked at it again. He knew he had to make Maxwell and Bella pay for what they did to him one way or the other.

Flagging down a taxi, he headed straight to the mansion. Jake was soon staring back at the mansion that could alter his fate, and maybe for once, he could equal the playing field with Maxwell. His gaze met with that of Stella, staring at him from the window. He could see a light disdainful look on her face that made him wonder whether he was right to have come back here.

It was like he was hated everywhere he went. The gate automatically opened, and Jae strolled in. His fist collided with the mahogany wood as he waited for an answer. The door was opened by a maid in a fancy dress, and he was ushered in. “I can see you're back.” The man sitting in the corner said again, and Jake flinched to see him behind a desk.

“So, are you going to take the test?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Can you help me take down Maxwell?” Jake walked closer to him. “Take down? You could do more than take down Maxwell if you are the legitimate son of Mr. Greenwood. I would be your servant, and you don't need to ask for my permission.” The man replied again.

“Josh!” He shouted with the snap of his fingers.

Josh rushed forward with a tin can and, of course, a syringe. “Get his blood.” Henry ordered. Jake relaxed on the couch as the blood was drawn from his hands. For some strange reason, his heart beat steadily as he watched Josh smile at him. “This will only take a few minutes.” He said walking away with the blood sample