All Chapters of "Oops! The Chicken Boy Is The Billionaire's Son": Chapter 101
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Chapter 101: The Mercy Of A King
The deafening roar of the crowd had finally faded. Most of the students were rushing away from the window, out into the campus courtyard to celebrate the massive funding announcement.The grand convocation hall, which had been vibrating with energy just moments ago, suddenly felt vast and hollow.Only a handful of people remained. A few tech scouts were quietly packing up their briefcases in the front rows. A couple of lingering students hid in the shadows near the back exits, holding up their phones to record whatever happened next.And standing right in the center of the brightly lit stage were the main players.Dr. Sage Walters did not ask anyone to step into a private back room. He did not care who was watching. He leaned heavily on his silver cane, his sharp eyes locked entirely on Principal Jeffery Epstein.Epstein was sweating right through his tailored suit. His knees were practically knocking together. He looked at Sage, then at the giant, Dwayne, who had stepped up onto the
Chapter 102: "I Loved You"
The day went pretty well for Nathan. He had finally gotten back his baby, even though he no longer had legal right to his invention, he had legal control over it, and he would be able to make decisions regarding the machine. The hall was soon emptied. Dr. Sage and his emissaries had gone. It felt amusing speaking to his father like some distant trillionaire with no relation between them. Still everyone now treated him with respect, honor and reverence. He gloated as Mrs. Shawn walked up to him, looking pale, like she had seen a ghost.“Walters, I… I am proud of you. You make Braxton proud,” she told him, extending her hand for a shake like he was now a very important person.Nathan shook her hand, “Please, I am only a student, Mrs. Shawn.” he responded amicably, his humility taking precedence.A few other important persons walked up to Nathan one by one, wanting to invite him for a project or get in contact with him, some already even offering huge sums of money for him to drop out o
Chapter 103: A Suffocating Victory
Nathan let out a short, dry laugh. He actually found it funny.“A thief?” Nathan asked, shaking his head in amusement. “You know, Mark, in my version of the story, things look a little different. In my version, you are the thief. You stole my sanity and my dignity for two years, bullying me every single day in the hallways. Then, you literally stole my invention to show off to the world.”Nathan glanced at Amanda, then back to Mark.“And then you say I want to steal your girlfriend? Oh, wait,” Nathan corrected himself, tapping his chin mockingly. “You don't steal people. They come to you willingly when they have a reason to. Just like she came to you. She wanted the fancy cars and your daddy's money.”Nathan smiled, a cold, empty smile that made Mark’s stomach drop but his temperature rise.“But here is the real question, Mark. What happens when there is no longer a reason to stay? What happens when the billions disappear and you are just a regular guy with a failed project? Would she
Chapter 104: The Governor's Invitation
The cool evening air hit Nathan’s face as he pushed open the doors of the convocation hall. Behind him, the echoes of Epstein’s threats and Mark’s desperate cries faded into the stone walls. For the first time in forty-eight hours, Nathan felt like he could actually breathe.Beside him, Grayson was practically vibrating with nervous energy. The hacker kept glancing over his shoulder, his eyes darting toward the shadows of the campus trees."I... I don't even know what to say, Nathan," Grayson whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and relief. "I was dead. I was a ghost. Epstein was going to bury me the second that machine was sold. You didn't just save your invention back there; you saved my life."Nathan stopped at the bottom of the stone steps, turning to look at the man who had been forced to be his enemy. "You were a tool in their game, Grayson. I don't blame the hammer for the blow. Just don't let yourself be a tool for people like that ever again. I’d suggest you leave
Chapter 105: "Do You Have A Sports Car?"
The Uber ride from the campus to the city’s high-end district took nearly forty minutes, giving Nathan just enough time to process the absolute chaos of the last two days. The quiet buzz of the car engine was a stark contrast to the screaming, the threats, and the heavy thud of the sledgehammer in that abandoned warehouse where he was treated like a slave.He had made a quick, necessary pitstop before heading to the address Nina sent him. He could not show up to the Governor's mansion wearing his faded Braxton College clothes, smelling like sweat and stress. He had directed the driver to his penthouse.The brief visit to the penthouse was a jarring reminder of his actual reality. He had stood in the massive, marble-lined bathroom, letting the hot water wash away the grime of the stinking warehouse and the lingering tension of his confrontation with Epstein. He had stood in front of a closet filled with clothes that cost more than most people made in a year.He couldn't wear a bespoke s
Chapter 106: Boundaries
She stepped back, ushering him into the warmth of the house.Nathan stepped over the threshold, but his zeal had somehow completely diminished. His countenance had changed. The easy, confident energy he had found after leaving the school was gone.As he walked down the hallway, he silently beat himself back to reality. ‘Why am I triggered?’ he asked himself harshly. ‘Nina is not my girlfriend. She is a stranger. She's a schoolmate. I helped her with a code, she invited me to dinner. The relationship ends right there.’He forced his posture straight, trying to bury the annoying sting of the word 'boyfriend' and the name 'Austin'. He had bigger things to worry about, like a $4 billion machine and a war with his principal. A college romance shouldn't even be on his radar.Nathan walked further into the living area, and the rich, savory smell of roasted chicken and expensive spices instantly wafted into his nose.The living room was incredible. It was decent—no, it was way above decent. Th
Chapter 107: Benightedness
"Enough!"The Governor's voice cracked like a whip, silencing the entire table instantly. He glared at his wife and his older children."That is absolutely no way to treat a guest in my house," Governor Delano scolded them harshly. "Have some class."He turned back to Nathan, his expression softening into one of deep reverence. He reached out and carefully picked up the bottle of Château Mouton, holding it like it was made of fragile glass."Come on now, let me have a closer look at that, Nathan," the Governor whispered. He turned the bottle, examining the cork and the seal."It's... it's impossible," the Governor muttered, mostly to himself. He looked up at Nathan, his eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and sheer awe. "How did you even get this? Do you have any idea how rare and expensive this is? There are only a handful of these left in the world. How?"Nathan’s heart skipped a beat. He had made a mistake. He had brought something too expensive. He was supposed to be a poor college
Chapter 108: "Who Are You?!"
The bitter, earthy broth was still burning the back of Nathan's throat, but his mind was moving at lightning speed.‘Who are you?’It was a simple question. But coming from Governor Delano, it felt like a dangerous trap. Nathan swallowed hard. He took a slow, deep breath and recovered fast. He needed to build a story right there on the spot. It had to be a story that was boring enough to ignore, but real enough to believe. He could not afford to make any mistakes tonight."I am just a scholarship student, sir," Nathan began. His voice was perfectly steady and polite. "I grew up on the lower east side of the city. My father passed away when I was very young, just like I mentioned earlier with the wine. Things were pretty tight for us after that."He paused for a second. He let a look of fake sadness settle over his face. Simple lies are always the best lies. They are much harder to poke holes in."My mother had to work two jobs just to keep the lights on and keep food on the table," Nat
Chapter 109: Pre-conceived Attack
"It is truly remarkable what his father accomplished," the wife continued. Her voice was loud and clear, carrying across the silent dining room. "Serving as the Prime Minister for eight straight years. He basically shaped the entire economy of the country single-handedly. And the family's net worth... well, let's just say it makes even our own wealth look incredibly modest."It was not subtle. It was not subtle at all. She was drawing a massive comparison, and every single person sitting at the table knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn't directly saying it to Nathan, but she was using this speech as a heavy reference to put him in his place."Austin is just everything a young man should be," the wife said. Her voice dripped with praise and deep admiration. "He has perfect breeding. He has an undeniable pedigree. He knows how to carry himself in high society because he was born into it. He understands how the world really works. You simply cannot learn that kind of class at a dirt
Chapter 110: The Prime Minister's Son
The heavy Knotty Alder doors of the dining room did not just open; they were pushed wide, announcing the arrival of someone who believed the world was simply waiting for his entrance.Austin stepped into the light of the grand chandelier, and the entire atmosphere of the room shifted to accommodate his presence. He was tall, standing at an imposing six-foot-two, and carried himself with a specific kind of posture that only came from a lifetime of never being told the word 'no'. He was tailored from head to toe. His dark navy suit fit him with a precision that screamed custom-made, likely stitched together by an ancient tailor in a private shop in London or Milan. His shirt was perfectly pressed, his silk tie knotted with effortless perfection, and his hair was styled to look casually perfect, not a single strand out of place.He walked into the room like he already owned the mansion, the property, and everyone sitting inside it. Because in his mind, he absolutely did. His father’s na