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HighSchool of Billionere lost track
The night breeze was still blowing gently, but Arkanza’s body felt increasingly hot. Barak looked at the man beside him with a worried expression. Arkanza’s face was flushed, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were half-closed. He was in a terrible condition.Damn. I can't let him stay like this.Quickly, Barak grabbed his phone and started searching for a solution on the internet. His hands trembled slightly as he typed into the search bar:"How to quickly sober up from alcohol"Several articles appeared on the screen, but one comment from a netizen on a forum caught his attention:"If someone is too drunk, the fastest way to sober them up is to make them drink alcohol again. It helps the body adjust and speeds up recovery."Barak frowned. Really? He wasn’t sure, but seeing Arkanza growing weaker, he didn’t have many options.His eyes scanned the hotel garden, searching for a source of alcohol. Suddenly, he spotted a half-full bottle of liquor on an outdoor table near the pool—pro
HighSchool of Billionere danger
The night had grown late, and the Smith family home was eerily quiet. The hallway lights had been dimmed, leaving only the faint glow of small lamps in the corners of the rooms. Adam had just stepped out of his study, feeling exhausted after a long day of work. He stretched his body before making his way toward the bedroom.As he passed through the living room, his steps suddenly halted. A faint voice drifted from the balcony—someone speaking in hushed tones.Adam frowned. At first, he thought it might be the television left on, but as he moved closer, he realized the voice belonged to Maria, his wife.Maria stood in the corner of the balcony, clutching her phone tightly to her ear. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear her.Adam hesitated, holding back from interrupting immediately. He stepped forward quietly, trying to catch a bit of her conversation."Yes... I’ve made sure of everything…" Maria spoke cautiously. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it
HighSchool of Billionere regret
Within a few minutes, Barak finally reached his destination: a small, inconspicuous clinic. He deliberately avoided taking Arkanza to a large hospital to prevent attracting attention. If word of this incident spread, the consequences could be far greater than he had imagined.He quickly got out of the car and rushed to the passenger side. With extreme care, he lifted Arkanza's frail body into his arms.The clinic door swung open as he approached."Hurry inside!" a firm voice called from within.Barak rushed in and laid Arkanza on the prepared bed. A bespectacled man in a white coat stepped forward, his expression tense. He was an old friend of Barak’s, a doctor he knew well—Reinaldo.Reinaldo immediately began examining Arkanza. His face hardened the moment he saw the young man’s condition."What happened?" he asked sharply.Barak swallowed hard before answering, "I… I don’t know for sure. I only gave him a glass of soda, then my other friends took over. I had no idea they put somethi
HighSchool of Billionere breathe a sigh of relief
The night felt quieter than usual. The wind blew gently, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones. Yet, beneath the silence, an invisible tension lingered—a storm brewing behind the scenes.In a dimly lit room, the rapid and rhythmic sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard echoed. The glow from a laptop screen illuminated the face of a man deeply focused on the data before him. That man was Vikram—a cold, uncompromising figure. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the information on the screen."Damn it..." he muttered.After a complex hacking process, he had finally managed to obtain Barak's contact information. It wasn't an easy task, but the result was worth it. Now that he had Barak's number, he was only one step away from finding his location.A few seconds later, a location pin appeared on the screen—a small clinic, far from the city center. Vikram smirked before turning to face the two men behind him—Milan and Albert."I found him," Vikram said, his voice calm yet sharp.Milan and
HighSchool of Billionere relieved
Meanwhile, Vikram ended his call. He looked at them calmly before saying, "I’ve contacted someone. We’ll get more clarity on what really happened at that party."Barak tensed up. "What do you mean?"Vikram smirked slightly. "I have someone there who can give us detailed information. We’ll find out who actually spiked Arkanza’s drink."Albert crossed his arms. "Good. Once we know who did it, I’ll personally make sure they pay for this."Milan glanced at Arkanza, still lying weakly on the bed. His anger mixed with deep concern."If Arkanza doesn’t wake up…" his voice trembled, "I won’t forgive anyone involved."Silence.The only sound in the room was the steady beeping of the IV machine.Barak lowered his head, while Reinaldo checked Arkanza’s condition again.Vikram put away his phone and leaned against the wall."We’ll know everything soon," he said casually. "And when that happens… no one will escape responsibility."Exhaustion weighed on her body, but her mind was still restless. Si
HighSchool of Billionere almost
The room was still filled with tension. Arkanza lay unconscious on the hospital bed, his face pale, and his breathing weak. The IV drip in his hand was the only sign that he was still receiving medical care.Albert and Milan stood in the corner of the room, their faces tense. Their biggest problem at the moment was not just Arkanza’s condition but how to bring him back to the Smith Residence without raising Adam’s suspicion.Vikram, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, observed the two men with a calm expression. “You both look extremely anxious,” he remarked.Albert let out a frustrated sigh. “Of course, we are. Do you think Adam won’t get suspicious if we suddenly bring Arkanza home like this?”Milan, still staring at Arkanza with a worried expression, nodded. “Adam will definitely question us. If he finds out that Arkanza overdosed on alcohol, we’re done for.”Vikram narrowed his eyes at them. “So, what’s your plan?”Albert and Milan exchanged glances. They needed a reas
HighSchool of Billionere the less you know the better
Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, making Arkanza's eyelids twitch restlessly. A heavy pounding sensation throbbed in his head, as if a sledgehammer was repeatedly striking inside his skull. He groaned softly and tried to lift his hand, but his entire body felt weak, and cold sweat began forming on his temples.When he finally opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry. The ceiling seemed to spin slightly, and his throat felt as dry as a desert. A nauseating sensation surged in his stomach, and the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the urge became.Suddenly, a hot wave surged up his throat. Without thinking, Arkanza threw off his blanket and dashed toward the bathroom. His steps were unsteady, and he nearly stumbled upon reaching the door. With trembling hands, he grabbed the doorknob, pushed it open hastily, and fell to his knees in front of the toilet."Hkk… ugh!"His stomach emptied itself violently. The bitter liquid rushed out, leaving a burning sensatio
HighSchool of Billionere help
With unsteady steps, Arkanza nearly stumbled before reaching the sink. He braced both hands on the edge of the basin, then bent over and vomited. The bitter liquid flowed from his throat, making him feel even weaker than before. Albert, who had been standing guard outside the room, rushed in as soon as he heard the sound of Arkanza throwing up. His face tensed as he saw his friend in such a terrible state. "Arkanza, are you okay?" Albert approached, placing one hand on Arkanza's shoulder to support his nearly collapsing body. Arkanza could only shake his head weakly. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, his face growing paler. His vision blurred, and his body felt utterly drained. Albert looked at him with concern. He knew this wasn’t just an ordinary hangover—the alcohol Arkanza had consumed last night was likely still lingering in his body, worsening his condition. Milan, who had just entered the room after waiting outside, stared at Albert with a worried expression. "How
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In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
death of arkanza
While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
next part of traitor
Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
traitor
"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
final
mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
more clear
Dusk had not fully fallen when Milan briskly walked down the long corridor leading to Albert’s study. His steps were heavy, filled with a fury he could barely contain. In his hand, he tightly gripped a letter he had found in Arkanza’s room. A short message—an unmistakable sign that Arkanza had decided to leave. To leave him. And Milan had no doubt who was behind that sudden decision."You’re the one who influenced him, aren’t you?" Milan accused bluntly the moment he entered Albert’s room.Albert, calmly seated behind his desk, met Milan’s gaze with sharp but cold eyes. “What are you implying, Milan?”“Don’t play dumb! Arkanza left because of you! You’ve been filling his head with nonsense, making him believe this place isn’t for him!”“That’s not true,” Albert replied calmly. “Arkanza made that decision on his own. I never forced him to leave.”“But you were always with him, whispering things that made him doubt me! You wanted to separate us!”Before Albert could respond, Vikram ente
liberation
The room was dim. Only the glow from the surveillance screens illuminated Milan and Vikram’s serious faces. Their eyes were fixed on the live footage from various corners of the now-empty Smith residence—silent, and almost like a museum of memories. They knew Arkanza would come. They also knew this was no ordinary meeting.Footsteps approached. Then the door opened.“So you two are here,” Arkanza’s voice was calm, but carried a pressure that made both men instantly stand straight.Arkanza stepped in, dressed entirely in black, a long cloak billowing behind him. His face was different—not the lost young man he once was, but someone who knew where he was going, and more importantly: who his enemy was.“Young master, what are you doing here?” Milan spoke softly, relief in his voice.Vikram remained silent, his eyes sharply observing Arkanza’s every move. The tension in the air was subtle, yet suffocating.“I’d like a moment of your time,” said Arkanza. He stopped right in front of them,
a question whose answer is definite
The bathroom was filled with the soft scent of soap as Albert helped Arkanza remove his night robe. The warm light from the ceiling lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. Albert always worked efficiently, his movements practiced and unwavering. But this time, something felt different—like an invisible weight lingering between them.As Albert touched Arkanza’s arm to help him into the bathtub, Arkanza suddenly spoke."Albert," he called, his voice quiet but clear.Albert turned, his expression attentive. "Yes, Sir?"Arkanza stared at the water rippling on the surface of the tub, creating a slightly distorted reflection. "How long have we known each other?"Albert was slightly surprised by the question, but he answered in his usual neutral tone. "Since we were children, Sir."Arkanza nodded slowly, as if he had expected that answer. "And how long have you served me?""For as long as I can remember," Albert replied without hesitation. "My life was always meant to serve you, Sir."Somethin