All Chapters of The Reborn Young Master Is No Longer a Simp: Chapter 1
- Chapter 6
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The Fool Who Died Alone
The television wouldn’t shut off.Noah Bennett stared at the screen mounted on the wall across from his hospital bed. His fingers wouldn’t move. His legs wouldn’t respond. Even turning his head required effort that left him exhausted and trembling. The paralysis had taken everything except his ability to see and hear.And right now, he wished it had taken those too.“Ms. Hart, can you tell us more about your relationship with Noah Bennett?”The reporter’s voice filled the private room. Noah’s eyes fixed on the woman standing at the podium, bathed in camera flashes. Elena Hart wore a simple navy dress with minimal jewelry. Her dark hair was pulled back. Her makeup was light. She looked vulnerable, elegant, and completely untouchable.“I…” Elena paused, her voice breaking slightly. She took a breath and continued. “I stayed silent for years because I was afraid. I didn’t know if anyone would believe me.”The reporters leaned forward. Cameras clicked rapidly.Click click click click.Noa
Chance At Revenge
The graduation courtyard exploded.Snap snap snap.Phones turned toward Noah as he walked away from Elena. Students whispered to each other, some laughing nervously, others staring with wide eyes. A few thought it was a prank. Others thought Noah Bennett had just publicly rejected the most beautiful girl on campus.“Did he just—”“Wait, is this real?”“Oh my god, someone post this!”Noah kept walking. His hands were steady. His breathing was calm. The ring box sat closed in his pocket.Behind him, Elena stood frozen in her white sundress. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide with shock. For three seconds, she didn’t move.Then she lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.Sob.Her shoulders shook. Tears slipped between her fingers. The crowd’s whispers shifted immediately.“She’s crying.”“Poor Elena.”“What’s wrong with him? Why would he embarrass her like that?”Noah heard it all. He didn’t look back.In his past life, those same tears had controlled him for years.
The Father He Failed
Creak.The iron gates of the Bennett mansion swung open.Noah stood at the entrance, staring at the massive estate in front of him. Warm lights glowed from the windows. The driveway was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. The fountain near the main entrance ran smoothly, water cascading down in steady streams.Above the double doors, the Bennett family crest was carved into the stone. A lion holding a shield. Strength and legacy.Noah’s chest tightened.In his last life, this mansion had become silent after his father’s death. The lights had gone out one by one. The servants had been dismissed. The fountain had stopped running. Eventually, the entire estate had been seized by creditors and auctioned off to pay Bennett Global’s debts.Noah had watched it happen from his hospital bed, paralyzed and powerless.But now, the mansion was alive again.The gates were open. The lights were on. The servants moved quietly through the halls.Noah took a slow breath and walked inside.Tap tap tap
Starting From The Bottom
Monday morning. 7:45 AM.Noah stood in front of the Bennett Global headquarters building, looking up at the glass tower that stretched thirty floors into the sky. The company logo gleamed above the main entrance in polished steel letters.Bennett Global Group.His father had built this from nothing. Thirty years of deals, investments, partnerships, and ruthless business decisions had turned a small construction firm into one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country.Noah’s chest tightened.In his past life, this same building had been surrounded by reporters, police, angry investors, and employees begging for unpaid salaries. The logo had been covered with graffiti. The windows had been boarded up. The security guards had been replaced by bailiffs.But now, the building was alive.Employees rushed through the main entrance, swiping ID cards and heading to their departments. Security guards stood politely at the doors. The lobby lights were bright and welcoming.Noah took a sl
Proving Himself
Tuesday morning. 8:00 AM.Noah walked through the lobby of Bennett Global headquarters. Employees rushed past him, swiping their ID cards and heading to the elevators. Some glanced at him, then whispered to their coworkers.The failed proposal video had spread through the company faster than an official memo ever could.Now more people knew his face.“That’s him, right?”“The one who walked away from that girl?”“I heard his dad forced him into work as punishment.”“Poor Elena. Imagine being embarrassed like that in front of everyone.”“He’ll quit before the week ends. Rich kids always do.”Noah kept his expression neutral. He didn’t respond. He didn’t use his status to silence them.In his past life, he would have snapped. He would have reminded them who his father was. He would have made sure they feared him.But fear wasn’t respect.And respect without proof was just obedience born from threats.Noah took the elevator to the twelfth floor.Ding.The doors opened, and he stepped int
The Banquet That Broke Everything
Wednesday morning. 8:00 AM.Noah walked into the Operations Analysis Department and immediately noticed the difference.The whispers were still there.But they had changed.Before, employees had mocked him as the useless heir who would quit before the week ended.Now, some glanced at him with curiosity. Others watched him cautiously. A few even nodded when he passed their desks.Noah noticed but didn’t let it go to his head.In his past life, he had loved attention. He had craved respect without earning it. He had used his father’s name like a weapon.This time, he understood that respect could disappear the moment he failed.He walked to his desk and sat down.Tap tap tap.Footsteps approached from behind.Noah turned.Harold Grant stood there, holding a folder. His expression was stern as always.“Bennett,” Harold said. “Conference room. Now.”Noah stood and followed him.Harold closed the conference room door behind them.He set the folder on the table and crossed his arms. “The We