Return Of The Campus King

CHAPTER 6

“Young Master,” he said respectfully, “you do not have to make a decision immediately.”

Justin was still staring at the documents in his hands at that moment, his mind struggling to process everything that had just been placed before him. 

“I don’t need time,” Justin replied firmly, his voice was final. “I already said I’m not going back.”

The attorney did not argue with him. Instead, he reached into his suit pocket and brought out a black card, holding it carefully between his fingers before extending it toward Justin.

“Then at least take this,” he said.

Justin frowned slightly as his gaze shifted from the documents to the card.

“What is that?” he asked.

“It is a personal black card,” Daniel explained calmly. “It is already linked to funds directly from your father's business account. Which would now belong to you.”

Daniel Reeves continued, “your personal accounts that had been unfrozen, only contain your personal money which is just 20 billion dollars. But this card is linked to more than 800 billion dollars.”

Justin’s expression hardened almost immediately.

“I said I don’t want anything from him,” he replied coldly.

The attorney took a small step closer, his tone becoming more earnest.

“Please,” he said gently. “You have suffered enough.”

Justin turned his face slightly away, as if refusing to even look at the card.

“I’m fine,” he said shortly.

Daniel shook his head slowly.

“No, you are not,” he replied.

Justin clenched his jaw, but he did not respond.

The attorney continued speaking, his voice softer now, almost persuasive.

“Look at your condition, Young Master,” he said. “Your clothes are torn, you are clearly injured, and you look… malnourished.”

Justin’s eyes flickered slightly at those words, but he remained silent.

“With this card,” Daniel continued, “you can at least take care of yourself properly.”

Justin let out a small, bitter laugh.

“I’ve been taking care of myself for four years,” he said.

The attorney nodded in agreement.

“Yes,” he said. “And that is exactly why your father changed his mind.”

Justin looked at him again, this time with a slight frown.

Daniel met his gaze steadily.

“You survived,” he said. “Without his money, without his influence, and without following the business path he forced on you.”

Justin did not interrupt, but his expression grew more serious.

“That,” the attorney continued, “that made him realize something important.”

Justin’s brows furrowed slightly.

“He realized that you are capable,” Daniel said. “That you do not need to follow his exact path to succeed.”

Justin remained quiet.

“You made him proud,” the attorney added.

Those words landed differently.

For a brief moment, something shifted deep within Justin’s chest.

However, he quickly suppressed it.

“I don’t care,” he said firmly.

The attorney sighed softly, understanding the resistance but unwilling to give up.

“I understand your anger,” he said. “And you have every right to feel that way.”

He raised the black card again, holding it out more insistently.

“But this is not about accepting him immediately,” he continued. “This is simply about taking care of yourself.”

Justin shook his head again.

“I don’t need it,” he insisted.

Daniel hesitated for a moment, as though weighing his next words carefully.

Then his tone changed slightly, becoming more urgent and personal.

“Please, Young Master,” he said.

Justin looked at him again, this time with a hint of suspicion.

“Why are you insisting so much?” he asked.

The attorney swallowed lightly before answering.

“If you refuse to take it… your father may see it as rejection.”

Justin frowned.

“And?” he asked bluntly.

Daniel lowered his head slightly before speaking again, his voice lower now.

“And… he might fire me.”

Justin blinked in surprise.

The attorney nodded faintly.

“This is my job,” he said. “It is how I provide for my family.”

Justin remained silent, watching him closely.

“I have children,” Daniel added softly. “They depend on me.”

Justin’s expression shifted slightly as he took in those words.

“This might seem like a small matter to you,” the attorney continued, “but if you take the card, it will at least show your father that you are willing to reconsider.”

Justin lowered his gaze to the black card again, his mind beginning to turn.

He did not want anything from his father. Not after everything that had happened.

But at the same time, the man standing in front of him was not the one who had hurt him.

And now, his livelihood was at stake.

Justin let out a quiet sigh.

“You’re really putting me in a difficult position,” he muttered.

The attorney gave a small, hopeful smile.

“I apologize, Young Master.”

Justin hesitated for a few more seconds, his thoughts conflicted.

Then finally, he reached out and took the card.

“I’m only taking this to save his job,” he told himself silently.

The relief on Daniel’s face was immediate.

“Thank you, Young Master,” he said sincerely.

Behind him, the men in suits bowed deeply in unison.

Justin shifted slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the display.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “I haven’t agreed to anything else.”

The attorney nodded quickly.

“Of course. Please take your time.”

He bowed slightly once more.

“But do not forget to think about it,” he added.

Justin said nothing.

“We will be waiting for your decision,” Daniel said.

With that, he turned and walked back toward the Rolls-Royce. The other men followed him without hesitation, and within moments, the convoy drove away, leaving Justin alone once again.

For a while, Justin simply stood there in silence.

Then he looked down at the black card in his hand.

He flipped it slowly between his fingers, studying it.

“Eight hundred billion…” he muttered under his breath.

His eyes then shifted as he turned to look at the tall building behind him.

Elysium Hotel & Suites.

The place where he had just been humiliated, beaten, and thrown out like he meant nothing.

Justin let out a quiet scoff.

Meanwhile, inside one of the luxurious suites of the hotel, the atmosphere was completely different.

Britney White lay comfortably on the bed.

Beside her, Steven Ward leaned back against the headboard, casually sipping from a glass of expensive drink.

Britney let out a satisfied sigh.

“I feel so much better now,” she said.

Steven glanced at her with mild curiosity.

“Better?” he asked.

Britney smiled.

“Yes,” she said. “I finally got rid of Justin.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“He was so pathetic.”

Steven chuckled lightly.

“You’re just realizing that now?” he asked.

Britney laughed softly.

“Honestly, how can someone scrub toilets and still think he can date me or even touch me with those hands?” she said.

She shook her head with clear disgust.

“I come from a high-class family.”

Then she looked at Steven and smiled.

“And now I’m dating someone even higher than my level.”

Steven smirked proudly.

“Of course you are,” he said.

Britney continued, clearly enjoying the conversation.

“That boy was so foolish,” she said. “Thinking he could take care of me.”

She laughed again.

“Even if he scrubs toilets for two years, he won’t be able to buy me something as simple as body cream.”

Steven burst into laughter.

“That’s harsh,” he said, amused.

Britney shrugged without remorse.

“It’s the truth.”

Britney smirked, but then her eyes suddenly lit up as a new idea formed in her mind.

“But what we did to him was not enough,” she said slowly.

Steven looked at her with interest.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

Britney leaned slightly closer, her expression turning cunning.

“We should embarrass him in school too,” she said.

Steven’s smile widened.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied.

“So, what’s your plan?” he asked.

“Leave that until tomorrow,” Britney smiled darkly and Steven pulled her into a kiss.