2026-02-25 21:38:38Lorenzo walked out of the lecture hall in a great mood.
After a chaotic, traffic-filled trip back to campus last night and a frantic morning rush to make his 8:00 AM class on time, he’d barely had time to say a quick excuse to Evan and Jayson. But seeing their relieved faces was enough for now.
He checked his watch: 9:30 AM. Done with lectures for the day.
The old Lorenzo would have rushed off to work back-to-back driver shifts for wealthy kids on campus just to scrape together rent money. But now? There was no need to hustle. He was super rich—the sole heir to an unthinkable legacy.
His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had completely skipped breakfast in his morning rush. A slow smile spread across his face. If he was going to eat, it wouldn't be at the greasy diner across campus or the cheap café where he used to stretch one cup of coffee for hours.
It was time to eat at his own establishment—Maison Noir, the high-end luxury restaurant long sponsored by the Byers family.
His stomach rumbled, reminding him that it was time for breakfast. A slow smile spread across his face as he pulled out his phone. If he was going to have breakfast, it wouldn’t be at the greasy diner across campus or the cheap café where he used to stretch one cup of coffee for hours while studying.
It was time to eat at his own establishment—Maison Noir, a high-end luxury restaurant long sponsored by the Byers family. In the past, Lorenzo had only ever stood outside its grand glass doors as a delivery boy, taking orders to spoiled rich students. Today, he was walking in as the owner.
He decided to walk over, taking in the sights. Before stepping inside, he spent twenty minutes strolling around the exterior, admiring every sleek architectural detail of the building that was officially his.
When Lorenzo finally walked toward the entrance, the security guard stationed by the glass doors surveyed him from head to toe. Seeing the plain, unbranded clothes, the guard assumed Lorenzo was just another impoverished student running an errand for a rich classmate. He let out a dismissive sigh. When Lorenzo politely greeted him, the guard didn't even bother to reply—knowing this student wasn't someone who could leave a tip, let alone afford a meal inside.
Ignoring the snub, Lorenzo stepped into the grand hall. The interior screamed wealth, filled with affluent students chatting over lavish meals.
He walked up to the counter, his eyes scanning delicacies he had only ever dreamed of tasting. A waitress approached with a warm greeting:
“Good morning, sir. May I take your order?”
Lorenzo studied the menu board before pointing to the grandest section. “Hmm, I want a full breakfast. Make it the biggest executive platter you have—scrambled eggs, premium sausages, bacon, grilled sides... this package right here.”
The waitress’s eyes followed his finger, and her polite smile faltered slightly as she saw what he was pointing at: the Executive Platter, priced at an exorbitant sum meant only for student executives flexing black cards or visiting dignitaries—not for someone standing in a plain T-shirt.
"That one, sir?" she asked, double-checking.
Lorenzo nodded calmly.
Recovering her composure, her tone shifted to an even warmer, respectful pitch. “Please have a seat while we prepare your meal, sir. In the meantime, please enjoy this complimentary fresh orange juice on the house.”
She handed him a tall, chilled glass on a small tray with both hands, the way staff treated high-value guests.
Lorenzo accepted it with a small nod. “Thank you.”
Just as he turned around to find a table, someone bumped right into him, sending the chilled orange juice spilling across the floor and splashing over the person's outfit.
Lorenzo frowned, gritting his teeth. Who didn't look where they were going?
Before he could speak, an irritated, sharp voice barked at him:
“Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you spill juice all over my expensive dress? Can’t you watch where you're going?!”
Lorenzo's chest tightened. He didn't even need to look up to recognize that voice. It belonged to his ex girlfriend.
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Lorenzo heard someone's phone vibrate, and he turned to look at the other board members. He smiled when he saw them sitting there silently with their backs straight. "Now that we've taken care of everything, you can leave if you want to."He grabbed the contract, then strode out of the conference room. Now, he owned 94.5% of FT TV's shares, meaning his opinion was the only one that mattered here. That wasn't his style, however.When he stepped out of the conference room and saw the numerous gazes trained on him, he knew what was up. They'd all heard about what had happened in the room.This was one of the main reasons he'd insisted on getting the dark-suited board member's shares—before the meeting, he'd already sensed the eyes and ears on them.It was a shock. To him, this wasn't something a normal company would allow, but a TV station had allowed word to get out. And that was why everyone already knew what had happened.Lorenzo believed that the other TV stations would already be an
Chapter 416
All he knew was that he'd suddenly lost his balance while watching things play out, and he'd stumbled in Lorenzo's direction. In that instant, he thought, "I'm dead meat." He watched as the distance between him and Lorenzo shortened, but he didn't think it was something worth being happy over. Then, something flashed before him, and there was now nothing between him and the floor. He relaxed and let himself fall to the floor with a loud crash. The dark-suited board member's eyes twitched at the loud thud, and he looked up at Lorenzo. "Mr. Byers, Kellan may not be the smartest, but he's strong. He's been by my side since he was a child; he may have just been there to practice martial arts with me, but he's put plenty of effort into his training. He's not the best, but he'll probably be of a little more use than a normal employee." His gaze was now calm and settled. "Everything that's happened today just shows how much of a loser I am, which means I'm no longer in the running to bec
Chapter 415
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, not expecting to run into someone with such a mindset in a place like this. After hesitating for a few seconds, he repeated the young man's last sentence. The young man immediately smiled when he heard this and looked up at the dark-suited board member. Then, his mind processed what had happened, and his expression turned into shock, doubt, anger, and disbelief. He turned to look at Lorenzo. At the same time, he stumbled backward, pressed one hand to his chest, and pointed the other at Lorenzo. "You... why do I feel like you're trying to frame me? There's no bad blood between us, is there? Why are you doing this to me?" Lorenzo chuckled. He was about to say something in response when the young man shouted, "No, don't answer me! Just swipe your card and repay my master whatever you owe him." Then, he ran over to the dark-suited board member and tugged his sleeve. He said seriously, "Sir, I didn't d
Chapter 414
He put it on the table, then tapped it lightly.Ice-cold fury washed over the dark-suited board member, and he seemed to lose control over his facial features. He glared daggers at Lorenzo, and his chest heaved. He stalked toward Lorenzo, growling, "You've got guts, and you're among the few who've dared doubt me. Now, I'll gladly show you the price you have to pay for your attitude!"Though he hadn't seen his attacker, he was sure Lorenzo was the only person who could be behind it. Lorenzo was the only person with that sort of ability, and his scorn was obvious. He saw Lorenzo tapping on something on the table, but he didn't see what it was.His rage had reached its peak and burned any sense of rationality left in him. In the next second, he felt a familiar gust of wind coming at him. This time, it was stronger than before and sent him flying, making him crash against the wall.Lorenzo stood up, no longer wanting to waste time with the dark-suited
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The Graves man didn't make a sound, and neither did the dark-suited board member, who was still lying on the floor. Lorenzo had long since stopped stepping on him, but he remained there unmoving. Lorenzo didn't understand his reason for doing this, but he paid the board member no heed. He just sat down and said lazily, "Well, I'm glad none of you have any objection to transferring the ownership of the shares. It looks like we'll be working together from now on." The other board members trained their gazes on the table before them, not wanting to spare Lorenzo a glance. To them, it was a terrible disgrace. At the same time, neither of them said anything in response to Lorenzo's words. At this moment, the dark-suited board member was the only one to make a move. He quickly sat up and shouted, "I object! I'm against Ansel Brezinski transferring the ownership of his shares to you and allowing you to join the board of directors!" He looked at Lorenzo with a determined gaze, held his hea
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"But make sure you remember my surname—Graves!"Lorenzo raised an eyebrow at his words.Then, he bowed his head and lowered his eyes to the ground. It didn't conceal his laughter, though. The board member in his fifties glared daggers at him—he was a shareholder of the Graves Group, and it was his main source of income.Now, however, Lorenzo had ruined everything. No one would allow such a person to continue appearing before themselves.The board member in his fifties looked at Lorenzo with unbridled hatred, but Lorenzo merely shrugged and smiled. Instead of making him look more approachable, it only made him seem inexplicably colder and crueler, and none dared look at him aside from the dark-suited board member who was still on the ground and the board member in his fifties.The dark-suited board member was still under Lorenzo's foot, so he had no choice but to look at Lorenzo. Seeing him up close made the man's heart tremble, but at the same time, he was relieved that Lorenzo wasn't
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Reader Comments
You’re Right it must be a Sunday School hang on he must be a Nun with nuts anyway it’s another very annoying drama where a poor orphan is actually a rich heir and the the first thing is keep going forward as still a poor boy and still get humiliated and tell his best friends lies. Wasted ink
how is he going back to school on a Sunday?