The Overnight Student Trillionaire

Chapter 7

Lorenzo woke up on a Sunday morning in a king-sized bed, surrounded by a room far larger than his entire old dormitory. He pulled back the heavy curtains, letting the fresh rays of the morning sun stream into the room.

He had never slept so comfortably in his life. No aching back from a worn-out mattress, no cold drafts seeping through broken window seals—just quiet luxury, a hundred billion dollars attached to his name, and a heart that was finally at peace.

He took a long, hot shower, admiring the exquisite marble and brass interior design of the bathroom. The pressure washed away the exhaustion from yesterday, though the memory of his betrayal remained sharp.

Yesterday, after signing the inheritance documents and receiving the black silk credit card from his grandfather, Derek had led him down to the subterranean garage to pick out his mode of transportation.

Adrian had estimated seventy vehicles, but when Lorenzo stepped through the steel doors, he counted at least a hundred and twenty—sleek supercars, armored SUVs, vintage classics, and machines he had only ever seen on magazine covers. Lorenzo had frozen at the entrance, overwhelmed.

“Your grandfather underestimated,” Derek had said with a subtle smile. “This is only one of his garages.”

Together, they had selected five: a black luxury Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 for subtle anonymity, a roaring Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, a custom-armored Range Rover Sentinel, and a rare 1963 Ferrari 250 GT Lusso worth over a hundred million dollars on its own.

Now, standing barefoot in his bedroom, Lorenzo let out a slow breath as the memory faded. He needed to return to his school dormitory before anyone started asking questions.

He picked up the clothes Derek had prepared for him last night. He had explicitly asked for apparel with no visible brand names or loud logos—just plain, quality clothing.

The dark T-shirt Derek chose lay neatly folded on the bed. No brand name was stitched across the chest, but the moment Lorenzo touched the heavy, tailored fabric, he knew its value. Plain to the untrained eye, but expensive enough to feed ten people for a year. It felt soft and comfortable against his skin.

He adjusted the hem, staring at his reflection in the mirror for a moment longer than necessary, before grabbing his backpack and his new phone from the bedside table. it was time to head back to school. Derek had set up the device with a fresh SIM card—a clean slate.

Checking his old phone notifications, he saw missed calls and unread messages from his close friends, Evan and Jayson, who were clearly worried sick about his sudden disappearance. Guilt pinched his chest, but everything had just happened too fast.

Lorenzo slipped the black silk $100 Billion card securely into the inner pouch of his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped out into the hallway.

As he descended the grand staircase, Derek was already waiting near the entrance, dressed immaculately with one hand resting casually in his pocket.

“A car is ready, sir,” Derek said, offering a respectful nod. “A Mercedes is waiting. Will you be driving yourself, or would you prefer a personal driver?”

Lorenzo stopped at the base of the stairs, looking at him. “There is no need for all that yet.”

Derek’s brow raised slightly in confusion. “What do you mean, sir?”

“I want to keep a low profile at school for now,” Lorenzo explained quietly. “I won't be using the fleet right away. Once I need them brought to campus, I’ll give you a call.”

Derek’s jaw tightened in brief surprise before he quickly schooled his expression back into professional calm. “As you wish, sir. But security protocols—”

“I’ll be fine,” Lorenzo interrupted gently but firmly. “I’ve lived normally all my life. I just need time to adjust.”

Derek studied him for a long moment before giving a firm nod. “Very well, sir. But the vehicles and drivers will remain on standby. One call—that’s all it takes.”

“Thank you, Derek.'' Lorenx heaved a heavy sign, he was now going back to school, with an entirely different identity.