All Chapters of Student Trillionaire with Seven Beautiful Women: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
Three weeks passed by with a blur, filled with nothing but headlines, court filings, and very quiet maneuvering of all the companies and businesses involved.Victor Moody woke up in a private hospital at a high end corner of NewYork on a very chilly Tuesday morning. The room was sterile and white, there were no bright colors to stare at. The machines beeped softly as tried to sit up. His left arm still refused to obey him. When he opened his mouth to call for the nurse, the words came out slurred and broken with half-formed sounds that didn’t match what he intended to say.The doctor arrived quickly after hearing the mumblings. “Mr. Moody, good you're finally awake."Victor made more sounds as if trying to ask what happened to him."You’ve suffered a significant stroke on top of the heart attack," the doctor explained. "The left side of your body is affected. Especially its speech, motor control. We’re looking at months of intensive therapy, or even possibly lounger."Victor stared
Chapter 82
The lecture hall smelled of chalk dust, coffee and old books. Professor Trenor, a pretty woman in her mid-fifties stood at the front with marker in hand, halfway through reviewing the previous assignment on macroeconomic risk modeling. She had a sharp gray bob cut, was always in tailored blazers and was generally known for being punctual. It was a Friday, and the room was half-full at 9 a.m. It was no surprise that the attendance had thinned out as the semester wore on.Nathan sat near the back, three rows from the window with a hoodie over his head. On his desk was an open notebook with blank pages. He had returned to campus only two days earlier and was still catching up. The assignment in question had been due while he was away dealing with the Larry fallout and Victor Moody’s collapse.Professor Trenor paused mid-sentence, as her eyes darted from side to side, scanning the room.Her marker clicked shut as soon as she spotted him.“Nathan Rhodes,” she called out, her voice firm, y
Chapter 83
The late-afternoon sun was still mildly hot when Nathan stepped out of his Maybach in front of Donna’s building. She was already waiting on the sidewalk. She was tall and poised, wearing a simple navy jumpsuit that caught the light of the sun like deep water.Her dark hair was pulled into a loose bun that stood at the back side of her head majestically. And she carried a small canvas tote bag slung over one shoulder.She smiled the moment she saw Nathan stepping out of the car. "Hey!" He said. "How are you doing? You look lovely.""Well you sure no how to dazzle a lady don't you?" She asked, smiling."Well..." He paused. "It isn't as dazzling as where I want to take you you know."She laughed. "You're not taking me anywhere, Mr. Rhodes." "What?" The shock in his face was unhidable. "What are you talking about?"She giggled even more. "I'll be the one taking you out, silly," she said, wrapping arm around his, and circling with him so as to to turn him towards his own car.“Don’t wor
Chapter 84
It was night, and the air was cool and salty when the Maybach pulled up in front of Donna’s building. The streetlights on the pavements reflected off the blackness of the car like liquid gold. Nathan stepped out first and offered his hand to help Donna from the car. She took it, stepping onto the curb in her bare sandals, her hair fluttering about in the wind.They stood there at the car for a moment, neither of them in a hurry to part.“Thank you,” Nathan said quietly. “Today was amazing. Really amazing. I have been at the aquarium before."Donna smiled softly. “You’re welcome. And… I’m sorry again about Ethan. I had no idea he was managing the place now. Last I heard he was still working at that dive bar downtown.”Nathan shrugged. “It’s fine, it's really not your fault at all.”Donna tilted her head, studying him. “You’re being too nice. What’s his deal, anyway? Why was he so angry at you?”Nathan looked away for a second, then back at her. “I think he’s bitter, and I could see it.
Chapter 85
Nathan came back home late at night. He stepped through the front door of the townhouse jist about 11PM. The lights in.the house were low, with only the living-room sconces still fully lighted up. Rhea sat curled on the sofa with a blanket over her lap, scrolling through her phone. Charity was in the armchair beside her, her reading glasses low on her nose, with the silver hair of her head draping over her face as she was bent towards the half-finished crossword on the table between them.Both women looked up immediately when he entered. Rhea’s face brightened first.“You’re smiling,” she said, surprised.Nathan closed the door behind him, shrugging off his jacket. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I am.”Charity set her pen down. “What happened, child? You left here looking like the world was sitting on your shoulders. Now you’re grinning like you won the lottery twice.”Nathan walked across the room and dropped onto the couch beside Rhea. He leaned back, exhaling like he’d been holding his br
Chapter 86
The ESU quad was unusually crowded for a Thursday afternoon. Students lingered in loose clusters, all of them with their phones in hand, sensing drama the way birds sense a storm. Nathan had just crossed from the library toward the main gates when a freshman stepped directly into his path. He was tall, loud and wearing a designer tracksuit that screamed new money . The boy squared his shoulders with a high chin.“Pauper King,” he called, his voice loud and filled with mockery. “I challenge you.”Nathan slowed but didn’t stop walking.The kid matched his stride.“My name’s Tyler Voss. My father is the richest man in New York. Real estate, tech, private equity, you name it." He voice and demeanor reeked of pride. "I’m calling you out right here, right now. Whoever spends more in one hour wins, loser admits the other is better.” A ripple of laughter and gasps spread through the growing crowd.Nathan finally stopped. He turned, with his hands in his pocket.“Grow up,” he said q
Chapter 87
Nathan was in the middle of a late morning workout in the townhouse gym when his phone buzzed on the bench. The place was a moderately large work out station designed to cater to the needs of physical wellbeing so one had all they needed there without going any place else.He was doing pull ups on the bar, with sweat dropping from his forehead to his clothe. He dropped down and wiped his face with a towel, and glanced at the screen.The call was from Glasgow Diner which was now his. It was the Manager, Mia. The one he had put there himself.He wondered why she was calling and picked up immediately.“Mr. Rhodes,” Mia’s voice came through, tense and shy. She had always been a meek girl. “Sorry to bother you, but here’s someone here. He wants to buy the diner, and he says his name is Jude Fuller. He’s… insistent.”Nathan grabbed his water bottle. “Jude Fuller?”“Yeah. He brought paperwork. There is a lot of Family history on it, which says his great-grandfather owned the original build
Chapter 88
The lecture hall for Economics 402 was already half-full when Nathan walked in. He took his usual seat near the back, a third row from the window, with his hoodie up, and his notebook open but blank. The professor had announced that there would be a guest lecturer scheduled for today’s session on “The History of Economic Thought,” but the syllabus hadn’t named who it would be.Nathan stared around the place. He had created time out of his day to actually come here. He did not want it to be a mere waste of his time and effort.The door at the front opened up, and Jude Fuller stepped in.Nathan blinked. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit, with a pocket square perfectly folded, and cufflinks that made him look exactly like what one would imagine an aristocrat would look like. His posture was straight-backed, aristocratic, the kind of confidence that came from generations of inherited wealth and certainty.The room went immediately electric as the students all chimed in awe, bringing
Chapter 89
Jude Fuller’s office occupied the top floor of a limestone building on the Upper East Side of New York that was made before the First World War. Inside of it were dark oak panelings, and book shelves that stood from floor to ceiling packed with leather-bound law reports, and a a single tall window overlooking the street. The man like his room looking simple. The room smelled faintly of old paper and cedar. Jude sat behind a massive partner’s desk, reviewing a brief, when his secretary’s voice came through the intercom.“Mr. Fuller? You have a visitor. His name is Michael Lee. He says it’s urgent.”Jude’s pen paused as he was making his signature in ink. He recognized the name immediately. He was one those new money, young and loud, Lee siblings who had been making noise lately. He remembered that one of them sent him an invite once on some strange group.He pressed the button. “Send him in. I'll see him."The door opened a moment later. Michael stepped inside wearing a tailored
Chapter 90
The next morning Nathan sat in the executive conference room with David Brune and his assistant Sandra Ryan in Cloven Tower. A coffee sat by him, untouched, with his tablet open to a spreadsheet of volunteer applications for Project Kickstart. David Brune stood at the head of the table, reading aloud from the master list while Sandra Ryan who was Brune’s executive secretary, marked names on a digital board behind him.Sandra’s voice was professional as she mentioned the names of the volunteers. “…Lila Chen, Ava Cranks, Bella Moody, John Knowles, Genevieve Ruiz, and… Jude Fuller.”Nathan’s head snapped up immediately, almost as though he had just heard the name of the devil being mentioned. "What?"Brune and Sandra stared at him, motionless for a second."Repeat that last name you mentioned," he said.Sandra glanced at her tablet, then back at him.“Jude Fuller," he said. "He submitted his application yesterday evening. His identity is verified , and his background check is cleared