All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151
Julia turned, her heart still pounding from the adrenaline of the day, only to freeze in place when she saw the figure standing a few steps away. For a moment, the chaos of the swearing-in, the assassination attempt, the police sirens outside—it all dimmed.“Adams?” she whispered, almost disbelieving.Adams Smith.He hadn’t changed much—still tall, broad-shouldered, with the same sharp jawline that had once made half the campus swoon. There were streaks of silver at his temples now, subtle but unmistakable, lending him an air of gravitas that only deepened the commanding presence he’d always carried. His dark suit was immaculately tailored, but it wasn’t his appearance that made Julia’s heart melt.It was the memories.Adams had been part of their inseparable quartet back then—Steven O’Connor, Julia, Helsin, and Adams himself. The four of them had been young, ambitious, reckless, convinced they were destined to change the world. Then Steven had died, Helsin had pursued a career in aca
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Julia sat in silence after Adams’s words, her hands folded in her lap though her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. For years, she had told herself the same thing. That Chance wasn’t ready. That she could keep him out of it. That the fire which had consumed Steven O’Connor didn’t have to consume her son. It was easier to believe in excuses than to confront the inevitability. But Adams’s return had ripped the veil away.Her sigh deepened as memories rushed back. The four of them in their youth—Steven, Adams, Helsin, and herself dreaming of rewriting history. Steven, always brash and unshakably confident, with the Aurelian ring gleaming on his hand. His promise that the ring would open doors to a future that none of them could yet imagine. And then… his sudden death.“He’s too young,” she whispered at last, almost as if saying it aloud might make it true. “He’s too reckless."Adams’s eyes softened. He had always been the calm one among their group, the one who tempered Steven’s fire with
Chapter 153
The music played softly in the background, a cheerful mix of pop beats and mellow acoustics, perfectly chosen for the intimate birthday party Wilfreda had imagined. Streamers of gold and lavender swayed with the air-conditioning draft, and the smell of fresh vanilla cake floated from the dining table where a large, beautifully decorated three-tier cake waited to be cut.Wilfreda darted between the kitchen and the living room, her excitement bubbling in her chest as she arranged trays of finger foods with Chloe’s help. For once, she wanted this day to be less about the heavy burdens her friends always seemed to be carrying, and more about laughter, lightness, and the reminder that they were still young, still capable of celebrating something as simple as a birthday.Chloe had arrived first, dressed neatly in a simple black dress that brought out the sharp seriousness in her eyes. Though she had smiled, there was a weight on her shoulders that she hadn’t been able to shrug off since s
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The night had settled heavy over the streets, cool and damp with the faint scent of rain in the air. Chloe hadn’t made it far from the house before her legs slowed, her vision blurred by the tears that kept spilling no matter how hard she tried to fight them. She stopped at the corner, her body trembling, her hand pressed against the rough bark of a street-side tree just to steady herself.Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. For so many years she had imagined this moment—what she’d do if she ever saw him again, the man who had once been her entire world before he had walked away and left her and her mother to fend for themselves. She had told herself she’d be calm, dignified, perhaps even indifferent.But when John Hotchkiss had stepped through that door, all her walls had crumbled. The little girl who had cried herself to sleep night after night returned in full force, and the hurt was raw, suffocating, unbearable.She pressed the back of her hand against her eyes, hating how br
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John Hotchkiss lingered outside the estate, the cool night air sharp against his flushed face. Chloe’s refusal to grant him audience still stung, though he tried to mask it with the same polished composure he carried wherever he went.But rejection had a way of cutting deeper when it came from family—especially when the past hung over them like a shadow that refused to fade. He shifted uncomfortably, debating whether to leave at once or wait a little longer, when the soft click of heels on stone pulled his attention. Wilfreda stepped out, her expression cautious but not unkind.Wilfreda paused, the glow of the lanterns catching the soft worry in her eyes. “I’m sorry, John,” she said gently, her voice low so it wouldn’t carry back into the estate. “Chloe just… she’s not ready.”John’s lips curved in a faint, tired smile, though it never reached his eyes. “Don’t apologize, Wilfreda. It’s not your fault. None of this is.” He shifted his weight, glancing briefly at the gravel path beneat
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Gary’s car rolled to a stop at the edge of the windswept valley. Before him, the jagged ridges of the Acherlands stretched out like the spine of some ancient beast, its barren soil broken only by scattered patches of stubborn grass and rust-colored stone. He stepped out, the crisp wind biting at his coat as he approached the waiting figure.Yara Grey stood there, her posture as immaculate as her reputation—dark coat cinched at the waist, her gloved hands folded neatly in front of her. She had been waiting. Of course she had. Yara was always a step ahead.“You’re late,” she said, her voice calm but edged with something that always made Gary feel like he was being measured, or rather, dissected.“The deadline is passed,” Gary replied evenly. “Chance made no move. You gave him an extension. Another forty-eight hours. Still nothing. That means the Acherlands are mine.”Yara tilted her head, the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “Yes… and no.”Gary’s brow furrowed. “What’s tha
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The grand ballroom of the Conrad Hotel was filled with the muted hum of power. The annual International business summit had always been more than a meeting—it was a stage. Every flick of a wrist, every exchange of glances, every carefully phrased statement carried the weight of empires.Chance stood at the podium, the glow of the chandelier lighting his sharp features. His presentation slides projected across the vast screen behind him—numbers, charts, projections—all outlining his bold recent financial maneuvers. The stakes were higher than ever. His decision to risk funds in both the Acherlands dispute and the Regal Motors bailout had rattled more than a few investors. And now that he had ended up not being able to secure the Acherlands, and losing it to the Stannises, the storm was breaking.“Mr. O’Connor,” one business owner, and a rival of the O' Connors began, “Its none of our business how you handle the finances of your empire, because as a matter of fact, your mismanagement i
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The air outside the Conrad Hotel was cool, the late evening breeze tugging faintly at the banners that still fluttered with the summit’s insignia. But for Chance, the night felt heavy, suffocating, like the weight of history itself had followed him out the gilded doors.He hadn’t gone far before he heard footsteps behind him—calm, deliberate.“Leaving without saying hello properly?”Chance stopped before he slowly turned.There he was. Gary, smirking faintly, though there was no warmth in his eyes.Chance swallowed hard, searching his brother’s face for some crack, some trace of the boy he used to know. But what stared back was a man sculpted by betrayal, sharpened by vengeance.“You should’ve told me,” Chance said flatly, his voice rough. “You let us believe you were dead. You let Philip… you let my mom mourn you. And me…” His chest tightened, the words threatening to choke him. “You let me carry that guilt.”Gary tilted his head slightly, his smile never quite touching his eyes. “G
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Julia’s hand, still gripping the back of the chair, trembled faintly though she fought to keep her composure. The question hung between them, suspended by a single fragile thread.Chance’s eyes bored into hers, relentless, demanding, and at the same time wounded. “Tell me the truth, Mom. Did you know? Did you cover up something about Susan’s death?”Julia hesitated. Her lips parted as though to answer, but no words came. She thought of the last time Chance had cornered her with this question, how he’d stormed out in rage, the slam of the door still echoing in her memory. She couldn’t let that happen again. Not when the shadows of the past were clawing at them from every side.Her chest rose and fell in a sharp breath. “Chance…” Her voice cracked faintly, softer than she wanted. “There are things you don’t understand. Things I should have told you long ago.”Chance’s fists tightened at his sides. “Then tell me now.”Julia drew in a long, steadying breath before beginning, her voice low
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Julia stood in the doorway of Philip’s study, her hands gripping the frame so tightly her knuckles blanched. She had paced the halls for nearly half an hour, rehearsing the words in her head, but when she saw him slouched over the desk, head in his hands, the words spilled out raw and unpolished.“I told you—Gary’s alive.”Philip’s head shot up as if she’d struck him. His tired eyes, ringed with sleeplessness, widened in disbelief. “Julia… don’t start this again.” His voice was hoarse, worn from too many nights of silence. “We both saw the manifest. The reports. Gary was on that plane—”“He wasn’t.” Julia cut him off sharply. She strode into the room, the hem of her dress swishing against the carpet as her anger lent her momentum. “I’m telling you, he’s alive. And if you won’t believe me, then believe the evidence.”Philip’s brows furrowed, suspicion tightening his face.“Evidence?”"He was present at the international business summit and he is the new CEO of the Stannins' Holdings,"