The Hidden Trillionaire Heir of Royal Elite Academy

The transfer heir

On a Monday morning, the students of Royal Elite Academy gathered in the courtyard, dressed in their designer-tailored uniforms.

A wave of excitement rippled through the small crowd, passing in whispers from group to group.

"Did you hear?" a tall boy with a family insignia pin on his lapel murmured to his companion. "A new transfer heir is arriving today from overseas."

"Another heir?" his friend yawned, clearly unimpressed. "This place is crawling with heirs. What’s so special about this one?"

That was the question on everyone's lips.

"He's a hidden heir," a girl with sleek black hair interjected. "From a family nobody knows anything about."

"That's impossible," another student scoffed. "All influential families are recorded and publicly recognized."

"Not this one. My brother heard the board classify his records,” another whispered. “They said his family might be richer than the Five Tycoon Families.”

The buzz grew louder as more students gathered near the main gate. At Royal Elite Academy, powerful surnames carried weight. People knew each other’s bloodlines before they even spoke.

But a hidden heir? From an unknown family wealthier than the five tycoon families?

This caused the rumor to spread rapidly. Everyone was dying to see this secret heir for themselves. Among them was Veronica Stephen.

She walked toward the entrance accompanied by three girls who trailed her like bees.

"What's going on here?" Veronica demanded.

"We're getting a new transfer heir," one of her friends replied promptly. "Apparently, he comes from an unknown wealthy family. People are losing their minds."

Veronica brushed her curled hair over one shoulder. "You’re telling me all these people came out just to see one transfer student."

"That's what makes it interesting," another friend said. "Nobody knows who he is. Some claim his family is wealthier than the five tycoon families combined."

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Oh, please spare me that crab. That's nothing but desperate gossip."

Still, she couldn't help but get curious. There were at least a hundred students in the courtyard, all stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of this mysterious heir.

If the rumors are true, then this might actually be interesting.

All of a sudden, the iron gates swung open. The crowd fell silent, all eyes turning toward the entrance. Some students straightened their backs, expecting an escort of armored vehicles protected by security detail.

Instead, a single boy walked through the gates alone. Silence spread across the entrance. Everyone couldn't believe it.

Arthur stepped onto academy grounds. He did not bring along any convoy or bodyguards. He simply wore a cap along with white T-shirt over denim jeans and sneakers.

This was not what the students expected to see. He wore no expensive watches. No family insignia. No heirloom ring passed down through generations. There was absolutely nothing about him that screamed status.

The elite students around him noticed all of this in an instant. They had been trained since birth to read status the way ordinary people read words.

This boy wasn't one of them.

The silence stretched for a moment. Then the murmurs began, loud and clear.

"Is he really the transfer heir?"

"Where are his bodyguards? His car? His staff?"

"Take a look at his shoes. I'll bet they're worth less than my carpet."

"You've gotta be kidding me! He looks like your average guy."

"That’s obviously not a hidden heir."

A boy near the fountain whispered quietly. "He is likely a transfer student on a scholarship."

The disappointment was loud. Several students immediately lost interest.

"Scholarship," a boy sneered. "All that hype just for a scholarship student. This was a total waste of time."

"Someone's been spreading fake rumors again. He's just another Blue-Class."

"I knew it was too good to be true. A hidden heir richer than the five tycoon families? Please."

The crowd started to scatter, their interest fading away like smoke.

But Veronica hadn't moved. There was a curious look on her face as she stared at Arthur. She squinted her eyes, then she burst out laughing.

"Hey, I know that boy," Veronica said loudly, so everyone close could hear.

Her friends turned to her, confused. "You know him?"

"Are you kidding," Veronica stepped forward, her smirk widening with every step. "Of course I do. I never forget a face."

Arthur's eyes found her and immediately his frown deepened as he recognized the girl. She was Veronica Stephen, the girl who slapped him and rejected the handbag delivery a week ago.

She halted a few feet from him, folding her arms across her chest. She looked him up and down.

"You people seriously thought this guy was some mysterious heir?” she said loudly.

The surrounding students looked back at Arthur.

Veronica pointed her finger directly at him. “He’s a delivery boy. A week ago, he was delivering packages to me. He brought me a handbag I didn't want, and when I sent it back, he literally fell down on his knees and begged me to keep it. It was so pathetic."

The students nearby started whispering openly.

“A delivery worker?”

"So, he's really just scholarship trash, huh?"

“The rumors were fake after all.”

Arthur’s expression darkened slightly.

Veronica folded her arms, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.

"So, you're on a scholarship now, huh?" she teased. “Never thought I’d see your face here again, delivery boy. What is your name?"

Arthur slowly took a deep breath, then he began walking towards her.

At first, Veronica didn't really think much about it. Why on earth would she? This was the Royal Elite Academy. No one here would dare touch her. Not when her father is a multimillionaire.

Arthur stopped dead in front of her.

Veronica smirked with mockery. “What? You came to beg again—”

Smack!

The sound exploded across the courtyard like a gunshot.

Veronica’s head snapped violently to the side. Her hair whipped across her face as her entire body staggered backward in shock.

The whole courtyard froze. Arthur had slapped her.