The executive walked in wearing oversized sunglasses with his collar turned up high, almost covering half his face. Several students immediately rushed forward, their voices eager and fawning."Wow, that's such a cool look," one guy said with obvious admiration."Very stylish," another girl chimed in, nodding enthusiastically. "You look amazing.""So modern and confident," someone else added.Declan watched the pathetic display with disgust. He leaned back in his chair and spoke loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "That's not cool at all. He's just covering up bruises on his jaw and around his eyes."The room went quiet for a second. The executive's expression flickered and his hand moved slightly toward his face before he caught himself. His jaw tightened under those ridiculous sunglasses.Then his eyes swept across the room and landed on Declan and Georgina sitting together in the middle row. His lips curled into a sneer."Well, well," the executive said, his voice dripping w

The executive stepped forward desperately, his voice shaking desperately, "Sir, why would you listen to this broke nobody? He's just trying to cause trouble – "The CEO's eyes remained fixed on Carlos as he spoke. "If you truly selected talent, then a question posed by this 'poor' male lead shouldn't stump you, would it?"The executive's mouth opened and closed. He had no response. So he shut his mouth and stayed silent.Carlos and Laura both broke out in a cold sweat. They exchanged terrified glances.The CEO turned to Declan. "Please, ask your question."Declan's voice was calm and clear. "What is the meaning of futures, interest, and options?"Carlos and Laura forced a loud and desperate laugh, "That's such a simple question," Laura said. "You're illiterate for even asking it."Carlos nodded confidently, his chest puffed out, "Futures means the future time. Interest means hobbies. And options means choices." He smiled smugly, clearly proud of his answer.The room fell into deathly

Declan and Georgina walked through the busy city streets toward a more secluded area away from the main commercial roads. The sun was beginning to set slowly and they walked in comfortable silence for several minutes, just enjoying each other's company and the peaceful atmosphere. Finally, Georgina stopped walking abruptly. She turned to face Declan directly, her expression now serious. There were tears forming in her eyes. "Declan, I need to say something," Georgina began, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to thank you properly." "If you hadn't called me to come to W Company today, I might have completely missed this opportunity," Georgina said, her voice filling with genuine gratitude and emotion. "I was ready to give up entirely. I was ready to accept that the system was rigged against people like me. But you believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. You gave me a real chance when absolutely no one else would. I don't know how I could ever repay you for that." Decl

Marcus’ mind went completely blank. He knelt there on the cold pavement, his arms still restrained behind his back by the bodyguard's iron grip, trying desperately to process what had just happened. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything te knew about Declan – the broke orphan, the pathetic loser who got pushed around by everyone – had been shattered in less than a minute. These bodyguards weren't just skilled. They were military-grade professionals who moved with precision and efficiency that only came from years of serious training. And the way they looked at Declan with respect and positioned themselves protectively around him. The way they waited for his commands like soldiers awaiting orders from a superior officer. Marcus had seen enough wealthy heirs with bodyguards to recognize the difference between hired muscle and loyal servants. These men weren't just working for Declan. They were serving him. His throat went dry. His hands trembled where the bodyguard held them.

Declan took a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming despite his calm demeanor. "Don't target me or Georgina again. Don't help Carlos with whatever revenge schemes he's planning. Don't even think about coming after either of us."He paused, letting the words sink in. "Because if you do, I'll come looking for you. And next time, I won't be so merciful. Next time, my bodyguards won't just take down your friends. You'll be the one lying on the ground with broken bones. Do you understand me?"Marcus nodded frantically, his face pale. "Yes. Yes, I understand. I swear I won't come near you. I swear on my life. I'll tell Carlos to leave you alone too. I'll cut ties with him if I have to. Just please, don't hurt me.""Then go," Declan said coldly. "Get out of my sight."Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over himself in his haste.He gestured frantically to his companions, who were slowly picking themselves up from the pavement."Let's go!