The auditorium at Woodhurst Academy was filled with excitement and anticipation. Lots of folding chairs lined up with students, teachers, and staff. They looked at questions alike with curiosity but also morbid fascination. The air was filled with whispers. " Did he really cheat? " " Is he getting expelled? " " I read he bribed a teacher! "At the very front of the room, on a raised platform, stood Brenda Harrow, her lips sunken with a self-congratulatory smile. Behind her at the corners were Mr. Langley, Ms. Patel, and Mrs. Ellis, who radiated a sense of justification. A long table sat before them, before which was alone Damon, his smile so tranquil he could not make out the details.Brenda threw a gavel at the podium, making waves in the hall. “We’re now in session for this disciplinary hearing, ” Brenda mumbled, loudly demanding an approving audience. “We are here with serious allegations of misconduct against Damon Newton. ”She turned to Damon and her frosty eyes bulged. "Mr. New

The Woodhurst Academy auditorium was a whirlwind of accusations and denials. Brenda Harrow, her face a mask of fury and humiliation, screamed over the rising din, "This is a setup! All of it! Newton orchestrated this!"As Dr. Grayson coolly presented evidence of Brenda's financial improprieties and the other teachers' ethical lapses, Damon stood silently, watching the scene unfold. His mind, however, drifted back to the weeks leading up to this moment, to the meticulous planning and strategic maneuvering that had brought him here.**(Flashback)***Weeks Earlier*Damon sat in his Master bedroom, the glow of his laptop illuminating his face. Felix paced back and forth, his brow furrowed with concern."Are you sure about this, Mr.Newton?" Felix asked, his voice laced with worry. "Going up against the entire administration? It's risky."Damon's fingers danced across the keyboard as he accessed the Wealth Generation System. "I don't have a choice, Felix, also call me Damon from now on, Mr.

The private lounge of the Duston Estate buzzed with murmurs of discontent and outrage. The vaulted ceilings and crystal chandeliers did nothing to lighten the oppressive air as Morrel Duston poured himself another glass of aged whiskey. He sipped thoughtfully, his jaw tight, before turning to the group of impeccably dressed parents seated on the leather armchairs around him. “This is unacceptable,” Morrel began, his voice sharp. “That boy, Damon, has made a mockery of this school. A mockery of us. And what does Brenda do? Nothing!” Jacob Cooper, a stout man with silver-streaked hair, leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “We told her to get rid of him. We gave her everything she needed—fabricated evidence, rumors. And yet, she failed,” he said, his voice dripping with derision. “Now, he’s walking around like he owns the place.” “He’s not just walking around,” chimed in Evelyn Cooper, Jacob’s wife, her perfectly manicured nails tapping on her wine glass. “He’s flaunting h

Ballroom. Silky, diamond-studded. Stupid smiles all over the table. There were hundreds of people attending the annual Parent-Teacher Dinner Party, a nicely staged grand ball of relative opulence. Classical music in the background. A restful counterpoint to the rifling of champagne flutes and the whispering.Then Damon and Felix walked into the ballroom. Their formal attire compared sharply with those of the other guests. Damon was dressed in a suit that was trimmed with a pocket square. Felix was dressed in a suit that remained just the right size. He moved like he always did, and quietly and quietly. It didn't take long for people to notice. Their eyes turned, their shadows followed them like snouts.“They’re staring, sir,” Felix murmured, his eyes scanning the room.Damon grintily said, “let them stare at you Felix. It’s not every day they see a wolf among the sheep.”While they scuttled through the crowd, Morrel Duston and Jacob Cooper pulled them over, their faces plastered with

The aftermath of the gala was swift and brutal. The news had broken, spreading like wildfire through the city. The Duston and Cooper families, once pillars of the community, were now pariahs, their names synonymous with scandal and disgrace.“They’re calling for arrests, sir,” Felix said, handing Damon a tablet displaying a news website. The headline screamed: “Duston and Cooper Empires Crumble Amidst Fraud Allegations.”Damon sipped his coffee, a small smile playing on his lips. “Let the wheels of justice turn, Felix. They’ve earned their fate.”Then a phone call came in, this time from Christian.“Mr. Newton, please,” Redford pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. “I’m sorry! I made a mistake! Don’t ruin me!”Damon’s voice was cold. “You had a choice, Christian. You chose to protect your criminal boss and his associates. Now, you’ll face the consequences.”He hung up, a grim satisfaction settling in his chest. Justice was being served.Back at school, Xavier and Ernie wer