All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111
"Hey," Chloe greeted, as she approached Wilfreda, unsure of what she would have to say now that she was already here.She had thought it was a good idea to say hi to Wilfreda, but she wasn't so sure anymore.“Chloe,” Wilfreda greeted, looking up, her voice low but steady. “When did you get here?”“I got here not quite long. You know..., came to pay my respects,” Chloe said, her tone equally measured. “Gary and I… we weren’t close. But Chance has lost someone important. That matters.”Wilfreda’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, searching her face. Then she gave a small nod. “That’s… thoughtful of you.” She hesitated, glancing toward the far end of the hall where Julia was speaking quietly with Philip. There was this awkward silence between them like both were searching for words to utter. Chloe took her seat by Wilfreda's side, the awkward silence stretching longer like two strangers who were just meeting themselves for the very first time."I...I..." both ladies stuttered simultan
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“My mother’s company,” Chloe began, her voice low, “has been drowning in debt—massive debt. Over six hundred million dollars.” She glanced at Chance, gauging his reaction, but pressed on before she could lose her nerve. “I only just found out. The Bernards—Charles Bernard in particular—have been circling like vultures. They want to take over Regal Motors, fold it into their empire. And I have less than seventy-two hours to come up with the money or…” Her voice faltered. “…or it’s gone.”Chance’s lips parted, but no words came out immediately. His gaze searched hers, and there was no judgment there—only the quiet, steady weight of someone who understood the pressure of impossible deadlines.Wilfreda spoke first. “Six hundred million?” she asked, her tone disbelieving, but not unkind.The debt was massive, and there was no doubt about that. Six hundred million dollars isn't just some peanut snack pocket money, and on a more serious note, it wasn't the kind of money that any one could ra
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Gary’s eyes fluttered open to a soft, golden glow spilling across an unfamiliar ceiling. It took a moment for his vision to adjust, but when it did, the details only deepened his confusion.The ceiling wasn’t ordinary plaster—it was a hand-painted mural, clouds and gold-leaf scrollwork intertwined like something lifted from a Renaissance palace. The walls were panelled with rich mahogany, the kind that gleamed under the light of an ornate chandelier. In the far corner, velvet drapes the color of deep wine hung from floor to ceiling, shutting out any trace of the world beyond.He sat up slowly, his body heavy, his head pounding with a dull, throbbing ache. The bed beneath him was impossibly soft, layered with silk sheets that whispered under his movements. Everything in the room reeked of money—old, deliberate money. This wasn’t some hotel. This was a private place, curated down to the last gilded detail.And he had no idea how he’d gotten here.Memory came back in fragments, jagged
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Gary stayed rooted to the spot, his gaze locked on the woman who looked so much like the mother he’d lost decades ago.Brenda eased into one of the high-backed velvet chairs near the fireplace, crossing her legs with the elegance of someone used to being in control of every room she entered. Her eyes never left him.“Your mother’s name was Susan,” she began softly, “and she was my other half. We were born only minutes apart, Gary—inseparable from the moment we opened our eyes. We shared everything. Clothes. Secrets. Dreams.” She gave a small, bittersweet laugh. “We even planned our futures together… until Philip Banks walked into our lives.”Gary’s eyes shot up in perplexity. “My father.”Her lips curved—not in amusement, but in something darker. “Yes. Your father. He had a charm about him, I’ll give him that. But underneath? He was… ambitious. Too ambitious. He saw Susan, saw her beauty, our family's connections, and decided she was the piece he needed for whatever grand designs he w
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It was almost noon the following day but Philip’s room remained locked, the muted sound of the old clock in the hall marking each passing second. Julia had been at his door twice already that morning, knocking gently, her voice low and coaxing.“Philip… please, open the door. You can’t stay in there forever.”The only answer was the faint rustle of movement inside, followed by his curt, flat voice:“Leave me alone, Julia.”She lingered for a heartbeat, her hand resting against the door, before turning away. There was nothing more she could do for now.If Philip wasn't going to let her come in and speak with him, then there's absolutely nothing more he could do. Her only wish is that he doesn't do anything to harm herself.When she came back downstairs, she found Chance in the kitchen. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, curling up like steam from the untouched mug he was pouring into.Without a word, he slid one across the counter toward her. “Here. You need it.”J
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Chance hadn’t slept more than a handful of restless hours. His bed had felt like stone, the silence of the night too loud, pressing down on him. Every time his eyes fluttered shut, the same images replayed—Julia’s face cold and unyielding across the kitchen counter, the sharp sound of porcelain cracking against wood, coffee spilling across the table like blood from a wound. And her words.We are mourning Gary, Chance. And the least you could do is respect that.Those words had burrowed into him, deeper than he’d admit, echoing in his skull until he could hardly think straight.Now, as he stood at the tall window of his study, the early morning light spilling over the perfectly manicured lawns, he pressed his forehead against the cold glass. Respect. That was what Julia demanded—respect for grief, for silence, for the dead.But what about the living?He could still see Chloe’s face from the night before. The faint tremble in her voice. The desperation she fought to hide, even as her wo
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While Gary was still there trying to embrace this new reality, one of the members of the syndicate slid a dagger across the table until it came to rest in front of him. “What’s this for?” Gary asked, his brow furrowing.The woman leaned back in her chair, her lips curving in something between a smile and a challenge.“A choice. You take the oath, and you are one of us. The Stannis fight becomes your fight. Your mother’s vengeance becomes your duty. If you refuse… then you walk away, and we will never speak of this again. You return to your O’Connor step-family, to their lies, to their silences. But you will know, deep down, that you turned your back on Susan, your mother.”At that name—Susan—his heart lurched.Brenda, standing beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder. Her grip was firm, unyielding. She leaned down, her voice sharp, vibrating with restrained fury.“Your mother deserved a son who would stand for her. A son who would not be blind to Philip’s betrayal. Gary, be that son
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Charles Bernard sat in the high-backed leather chair of his penthouse suite, one ankle crossed over the other. The entire Bernard Tower—named after his family—seemed to hum with life beneath him, yet inside the room it was quiet. Too quiet.On the glass table beside him, a Rolex ticked steadily. Each second that passed fed into his anticipation. His lips curled into a smug smile. The deadline was almost here. Chloe Martins had less than three hours left. By nightfall, Regal Motors would belong to him, and the Bernards’ chokehold on the automobile industry would tighten until even the O’Connors would be forced to kneel.His coming back from overseas to take over the Bernard's chain of businesses as the eldest son was to make it clear to the entire business community that the Bernards could match up with the O' Connors and he was determined to make it so.For too long, the O' Connor's name has been sung with too much praise. Every paper, every media outlet, every business summit kept s
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Julia was seated at the edge of her bed, her hands clasped loosely in her lap, staring at nothing. She had hardly moved since morning as grief had suddenly become the weight pressing against her chest, with Philip’s silence only making it heavier. He hadn’t so much as looked at her properly in the last two days, shutting her out in his own grief, leaving her to bear both her sorrow and his coldness.And as if that wasn't enough, her recent argument with Chance over the $600 million to acquire Regal motors still lingered deep, making her wonder if this was just her paying for being too ambitious as a woman.The election results were still being challenged by Senator Norville and she wasn't even sure if it was worth it anymore.She was still in the maze of her thoughts when the sudden buzz of her phone startled her. It vibrated insistently against the surface of the nightstand. With a weary sigh, she reached for it, frowning when she saw the name on the caller ID.Roland Kwan.Julia’s
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Roland Kwan didn’t waste time before calling for an emergency meeting with other key members of the O'Connor board. Within the hour, the heavy oak doors of the conference room closed behind a gathering of the company’s most influential decision-makers.Though the agenda hadn’t been circulated, the tension in the room was unmistakable. Secretaries hurried in and out, setting down documents and glasses of water, while the board members sat stiffly in their high-backed chairs, their eyes narrowing at Roland, and Harold who were more less the pioneers of the meeting.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Roland began. “Myself and Harold convened this meeting because there’s a matter too urgent to wait. Young Chance O’Connor has been making… moves. Independent moves.”He slid a file onto the polished table and tapped the cover. The members leaned forward as the details were revealed—the acquisition of Regal Motors.The silence broke almost immediately.“You’re saying,” one older member muttered, “that t