The Overnight Student Trillionaire

Chapter 004

Lorenzo, upon seeing the man’s act, impulsively wenr on his knees, and as he was about to bow to him too, the man looked up and exclaimed:

“Sir, are you trying to kill me? Why would you want to stain… yourself by… by—” he said, standing up as quickly as possible and helping Lorenzo to his feet.

Lorenzo, still staring at him, asked in shock, “Sir, I don't know what this is all about, but please don’t get me expelled.” He cried.

Lorenzo had no idea what was going on or happening; however, he felt that the person might somehow be associated with Evan and that his education — the most important thing — was on the line.

The man looked at Lorenzo, puzzled. “No! No! Sir,” he said, gesturing with his hands to convince him. “I am not trying to get you expelled. On the contrary, I want you to come with me to meet someone very important. He sent me to bring you to him, sir,” the man said confidently.

The man, whose name was Derek, kept his eyes locked on Lorenzo’s face. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the Lorenzo he had been searching for a very long time.

Lorenzo looked at the man again, unsure of what to do. He had thought the call was from a scammer, but there was no way a man of this calibre would try to scam him—he had nothing to be scammed of.

“You’re telling me that you’re not a scammer?” Lorenzo asked doubtfully.

Although Lorenzo’s instincts did not feel uncomfortable around the man—in fact, he felt that whoever he was, he was genuine.

“Yes, sir! I am not a scammer. Please come with me, Mr. Lorenzo. My boss has been waiting for you for so long.” Lorenzo looked at the man again. He didn’t know what to say. Barely forty-eight hours ago, he had found out his girlfriend was cheating on him, he got beaten, was threatened with expulsion, and now an expensive man with an even more expensive car wanted him to go with him?

“In case you kidnap me, just know that I have no one to pay my ransom,” Lorenzo said sarcastically, though it sounded more like a warning.

“Nothing of such, sir,” Derek said with a bow, then gestured for Lorenzo to follow him.

Lorenzo walked toward the car, and Derek opened the passenger door for him. Judging by the interior, the car definitely seemed to be a new model—an extremely expensive one. Lorenzo had never seen anything like it, even among his wealthy classmates.

Derek closed the door and ran to the driver’s seat before starting the engine. After two hours of driving, the car finally came to a stop in front of a mansion—or was it a fortress?

Lorenzo’s jaw dropped as he watched the building loom into the sky. He had never witnessed anything so luxurious and majestic in his entire life. The towering gate looked as though it had been forged from pure gold, glowing with a brilliant, regal shine. At the center, the name “Byers” was carved in an elegant, sweeping style that commanded attention.

Lorenzo was instantly captivated by the sheer opulence of the gate alone. If the entrance looked this imperial, he could only imagine what waited beyond. After several layers of advanced security checks, the car finally began to roll forward through the gates.

And that was when Lorenzo’s mind went completely blank.

Words deserted him. His tongue felt heavy. The sight before him was beyond anything he could have ever prepared himself for. Rising in the distance was a mansion so grand it looked like something crafted for a blockbuster film. Every inch of the property screamed wealth and power.

Manicured gardens lined the pathway, filled with rare, exquisite flowers—some of which glowed under the moonlight as if sprinkled with stardust. In the center stood a magnificent fountain with a beautifully sculpted figure poised atop it. Water cascaded gracefully, shimmering beneath the moon’s glow, and Lorenzo found himself utterly mesmerized by the scene.

He barely noticed that Derek had stopped the car; he was far too overwhelmed by the breathtaking estate surrounding him.

Derek walked over to the passenger side and pulled the door open for Lorenzo to step out.

Lorenzo slowly climbed out and looked at Derek, trying his best to conceal his anxiety.

“Don’t worry, sir. This way,” Derek said, gesturing toward the massive mansion’s entrance before leading the way.

As soon as Lorenzo entered the hallway, he couldn’t help but look around in disbelief at how luxurious everything was—the chandeliers, the floor, the walls, the paintings. Everything was beyond his imagination.

They passed by several doors and fascinating objects lining the hallway. Finally, Derek stopped in front of a door. He looked at Lorenzo, and with complete seriousness, asked:

“Are you ready to meet my boss?”

Lorenzo looked at him, unsure whether to say yes or no. He just stared at Derek silently.

“Once we open this door, you will be standing in front of my boss, sir. I hope you are ready.”

Lorenzo gulped. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

Who was this boss?

And why did he want him?