All Chapters of The Pauper Who Ruled the Campus: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: Afternoon Elegance
The waiter leaned in slightly, his posture perfect and a practiced, professional smile on his face. “Good afternoon. May I take your order?”Marcus didn’t need to study the menu for long, he scanned the options with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times. “I’ll start with the smoked salmon tartare,” he said, his voice smooth. “Infuse it with truffle oil, top it with a poached quail egg, and add a side of caviar crème fraîche. For the main, I’ll take the parmesan risotto, and let's pair that with the afternoon fruit medley.”Freya raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a mix of shock and genuine interest. “That’s... incredibly extravagant for lunch, don't you think?”He caught her eye and smirked faintly. “It’s just a light, refined meal to match the hour. Think of it as afternoon elegance.”Freya leaned back in her chair, studying the way he carried himself, before giving a small, impressed nod to the waiter. “All right then. I’ll go with the lobster bisque— make sure
Chapter 62: The Special Guest
The security guard didn't move an inch, his large frame blocking the exit like a wall of solid granite. "A special guest would like a word with Miss Freya before she departs," he repeated, his voice devoid of any emotion.Marcus didn't flinch or show a hint of surprise. He simply adjusted his grip on Freya’s hand, feeling her pulse racing against his palm. "Alright," Marcus said, his voice dropping into a calm, low resonance. "We’ll wait and see who this is."The guard offered a stiff nod and tapped the small communication earpiece tucked into his ear. "Sir. They are waiting for you in the lobby."Freya leaned closer to Marcus, her whisper tight with anxiety. "Who do you think it is?”“My father doesn't usually send people like this." Freya responded.Marcus’s mind moved with the speed of a high end processor. He scanned the room, cataloging every face they had seen since they sat down. Who had the gravity to stop a paying customer at the door? Who specifically wanted Freya? Nothing
Chapter 63: Authority
The holographic screen hovered in the dim cabin of the car, casting a pale blue glow over Marcus’s face as he read the words again. The email from Leo was short, marked with a red "URGENT" tag. Marcus studied the attached address for a moment before leaning back into the leather seat, feeling the subtle vibration of the car beneath him.“Navigation set to the provided coordinates,” the Phantom X announced, its voice smooth and devoid of any mechanical edge. “Transitioning to autonomous mode now.”The car pulled away from the tall, ornate gates of Freya’s estate, merging into the traffic with a grace that made the other luxury vehicles on the road look clunky. Marcus watched the city lights blur past the window, his mind already miles ahead of the car. He thought about the weight of the name Leo had mentioned— Dominion Crest Holdings.“So this is the kind of weight you’ve handed me, Leo,” Marcus murmured to the empty car, a small, dark smile playing on his lips.Thirty minutes later
Chapter 64: The Manager
There was a brief silence on the other end. “What exactly happened?”“They won’t let me past the front desk. In fact, I’ve already been tossed out once.”Leo took a slow, deep breath. “I'm sorry about that, please stay exactly where you are. Don't be offended. I’ll handle this immediately.”The line went dead. Marcus stood near the entrance again, leaning against the hood of his car. One of the guards who had tossed him out earlier came back out onto the steps. “You’re still here? You really don't know when to quit, do you?”“I’m just waiting,” Marcus said.“Waiting for what? A miracle?”“Waiting for your manager to come down and apologize,” Marcus replied.The guard let out a loud, mocking laugh. “If the manager even sees you loitering out here, we’re going to do a lot more than just toss you out next time.” The second guard muttered, “Why wait? Let’s just finish this now.”Before either of them could take a step toward him, a sleek black executive Mercedes Maybach S Class with tint
Chapter 65: Staff Shuffle
The lobby was dead quiet now. The massive marble floors were so polished that they looked like a dark lake reflecting the bright lights from the ceiling. On the outside, everything at Dominion Crest Holdings looked perfect— professional, calm, and expensive.But Marcus wasn’t feeling the calmness of the environment. He stood in the center of the room while the manager, Vittorio Moretti, stood across from him with a polite, practiced smile.“So,” Moretti said, folding his hands in front of his suit. “What exactly can I show you? What would you like to know about our operations?”Marcus didn't answer right away. He walked a slow circle around the reception area, his eyes scanning the security placements and the way the staff moved. He stopped and looked directly at the manager.“First,” Marcus said, his voice level. “I want to know how you handle hiring. Because it seems like in this company, nobody actually listens to the people walking through the front door.”Moretti blinked, the smi
Chapter 66 : The Name That Changed Everything
The woman stood frozen by the desk, her tablet clutched tightly in her hand. Her eyes were still burning with that same quiet disgust she had shown Marcus at the front door, but now, there was a bit of confusion behind them.Marcus looked back at her, his expression totally relaxed, almost as if he were enjoying a private joke. “Oh,” he said lightly, his voice smooth and untroubled. “I told you at the entrance that I came here to see the manager. I guess I managed to do exactly that.”Her jaw tightened until the veins in her jaw were visible. “You have absolutely no right to be in this office,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “Do you even have the slightest clue where you are?”“This is a global corporation, not some corner street shop where you can just wander in. The manager should have security drag you out of here before you try to walk off with something. We aren't hiring interns, and even if we were, a kid like you wouldn't even make it past the first screening.”The energy i
Chapter 67 : A Show of Power
The manager’s hand was still shaking slightly when Marcus reached out to shake it.“Thank you so much for coming by, sir,” the manager said, bowing his head with a level of respect that bordered on fear. “It was truly an honor to have you.”Madeleine Quinton stood a few feet away, frozen like a statue. She was still trying to wrap her head around everything that had just happened in that office. Her knuckles were white from how hard she was gripping her tablet, and the cocky attitude she’d walked in with had completely evaporated.Marcus turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of her ID badge hanging from a delicate gold chain. Madeleine M. Quinton.It was a classic name— the kind of name that suggested old money, private vineyards, and oil paintings of ancestors in long, dim hallways. It fit her perfectly. Marcus gave her a small, knowing smirk. He didn't say a word, and he didn't need to, the silence was doing a much better job of making her uncomfortable than any insult cou
Chapter 68 :The Video
The next morning arrived slowly. Marcus woke up in his luxurious suite at The Imperial Hotel, watching the soft morning sun peek through the massive floor to ceiling glass windows. For a few minutes, everything felt peaceful and quiet, but then reality rushed back in. He remembered Baron’s smug face, Freya’s terrified eyes, and the war waiting for him back at school.He sat up and took a long, slow breath. He ordered breakfast to his room, and within minutes, the hotel staff brought in a tray filled with eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and a pot of steaming black coffee. He ate in silence, his mind already three steps ahead of everyone else.When he was done, he stood in front of the full length mirror to get ready. He chose a fitted black designer blazer over a crisp dark shirt, tailored trousers, and polished black leather shoes. He strapped a sleek, understated watch onto his wrist— nothing too flashy, but anyone who knew anything about money would recognize the quality. He looked shar
Chapter 69: The Chancellor’s Verdict
The school gates at the academy were never this quiet during lunch time. Usually, the morning air was filled with the sound of luxury engines and students gossiping, but today, a heavy, expectant silence hung over the massive.That silence was broken by the low, rhythmic groan of the iron gates swinging wide. A convoy of black SUVs rolled in, moving with a synchronized precision that made the Phantom X parked nearby look like a toy. These weren't flashy sports cars, they were blocky G wagons, matte black predators with tinted glass so dark they looked like shadows carved out of the morning light. The engines emitted a deep, guttural growl— the kind of vibration you felt in your chest before you heard it with your ears.They pulled up in a perfect line, right next to where Marcus was standing.Marcus didn't move. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking completely bored by the drama, even as the student body gathered in a wide circle to stare. In the reflection of the lead
Chapter 70: The Bait
The courtyard slowly emptied out as classes resumed, leaving a heavy silence behind while Marcus and Emmanuel walked side by side toward the main building. The air was still thick with the tension from the morning's drama, but Marcus looked completely unbothered, moving with a calm that almost felt dangerous.“You said you had a trap,” Emmanuel muttered, leaning in close so his voice wouldn't carry. “What kind of trap are we actually talking about?”Marcus’s expression didn't change as he looked toward the classroom doors with a cold, focused stare in his eyes. “The kind she won’t be able to resist,” he replied quietly, giving a small nod when Emmanuel mentioned Thaila’s name.They entered the classroom to find an atmosphere that had completely split right down the middle. Half the students were glancing at Marcus with a new kind of uncertainty— the hatred was mostly gone, but they weren't ready to trust him just yet. The other half was still clustered around Baron like loyal satell