A gentle chime echoed through the elevator as it gradually slowed before coming to a smooth stop at the ground floor. The stainless-steel doors slid open silently, revealing the spacious reception lobby where employees and visitors moved about with quiet professionalism. Although business continued as usual, Dylan could immediately sense several discreet glances shifting toward him the moment he stepped out alongside Richard Coleman.None of the employees openly stared, nor did anyone behave in a manner that could be considered impolite. Nevertheless, it was obvious that word had already spread throughout the building. After all, it wasn't every day that someone successfully verified a twenty-five-million-dollar jackpot. In an organization responsible for administering the nation's largest lottery prizes, such events naturally became topics of conversation, even among staff members who had no direct involvement in the verification process.Richard accompanied Dylan through the eleg

Dylan remained standing on the sidewalk, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen in his hand as though looking away might somehow cause the impossible number to disappear. The steady flow of pedestrians continued around him, some brushing past without a second glance, while others cast curious looks toward the young man who appeared completely frozen in place. None of it registered in his mind.The only thing he could see was the balance displayed before him.$25,010,214.76It was real.Every digit, decimal and single dollar now belonged to him.A deep breath escaped his lips, but it did little to calm the emotions surging inside him. His chest rose and fell heavily as relief, excitement, gratitude, and disbelief blended into something far too overwhelming to describe. For years, he had carried burdens that seemed far too heavy for someone his age. Every decision he made revolved around money—how to earn it, how to save it, and how to stretch every last dollar as far as possible.Now, f

The moment Dylan and Amelia began talking, the atmosphere outside the boys' dormitory changed in a way that neither of them had anticipated. What had started as a handful of curious students stealing occasional glances toward the two luxury vehicles parked near the entrance had quickly evolved into something resembling an impromptu public spectacle. Every passing minute seemed to attract even more attention as students walking back from lectures, the library, sports practice, and the cafeteria slowed their pace after noticing the unusual scene unfolding ahead. Some stopped only for a few seconds before continuing on their way. Others chose to remain, their curiosity proving far stronger than their desire to return to their dorm rooms. Within a surprisingly short time, the number of spectators had more than doubled. Although no one dared approach too closely—partly because of the professionally dressed bodyguards standing near the vehicles and partly out of simple social restrain

The short walk from the dormitory entrance to the waiting Porsche should have taken less than a minute. To Dylan, however, it felt considerably longer. Every step seemed to draw even more attention from the students gathered around the entrance. The excited murmurs that had already been spreading through the crowd only grew louder as Amelia continued walking beside him, still lightly holding his wrist as though nothing about the situation was unusual. She never once looked self-conscious nor did she seem to notice the countless phones discreetly following their every movement. To Amelia, this was simply the quickest way to lead someone toward her car. She had grown up in an environment where she rarely needed to worry about gossip from strangers. People often stared whenever luxury vehicles appeared in public, and she had long since become accustomed to curious glances. Because of that, the gathering students didn't strike her as particularly unusual. Dylan, on the other hand,

Dylan lowered his gaze. The moment he recognized the familiar mathematical equations printed across the pages, understanding immediately dawned on him. "These are my assignments." Dylan picked up the papers carefully. Across the top of the first page, written in bold red ink, was a large number. 90%. His eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Ninety?" Amelia nodded enthusiastically, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "Ninety." A broad smile gradually spread across Dylan's face. "Congratulations." "I still can't believe it myself." She leaned slightly forward across the table. "Do you remember telling me yesterday that my biggest problem wasn't that I didn't understand mathematics? It was that I kept making tiny mistakes that eventually ruined every calculation." Dylan nodded. "You also explained why those mistakes happened." Amelia smiled warmly. "After you left yesterday, I reviewed every single example you explained before attempting my assignment again." She paused brie