2025-11-23 01:05:28Jared followed Angela into the elevator without saying another word. She kept glancing at him, waiting—hoping—for fear to show on his face, but all she found was that same expressionless confidence that was eating her alive. She jabbed the top-floor button with unnecessary force, nearly breaking her nail in the process.
The elevator doors slid open into a luxurious hallway lined with polished marble and gold-trimmed wall lamps. This was the upper sanctum of the Fitness Directorate, a place only the elite members ever stepped foot into. Angela always felt important coming up here. Today, however, she felt something else—pressure. Something about Jared’s calmness irritated her beyond measure.
They arrived at a glass office door with the name MS. BRIDGET HAMILTON — DIRECTOR OF FITNESS & PREMIUM AFFAIRS etched in silver lettering across it.
Angela straightened her blouse, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Inside, Ms. Bridget looked up from her monitor. She was a striking woman in her early thirties, effortlessly elegant, with an aura that commanded respect without needing to bark orders. She smiled professionally when she saw them.
“Angela? What’s going on?”
Angela immediately rushed forward.
“Ma’am, forgive me, but I had to bring this clown here. This is Jared Stevens, a known pauper in this university. He scrubs sweat off benches for coins, and today he came to the reception to register for the Patron Plan. I believe he’s trying to scam the gym, and I need your authorization to deal with him.”
Ms. Bridget’s eyes narrowed at Angela’s tone. Everyone knew she hated condescension. She tilted her head slightly.
“I see. And Jared—did you request the Patron Plan?”
Jared simply nodded. “Yes. Can we get on with it? I have other things to do.”
Angela almost screamed. ‘Other things to do?’ This boy was delusional.
Ms. Bridget, however, raised a brow. She wasn’t sure if she should be offended or intrigued. She gestured to a chair.
“Sit.”
“But ma’am—” Angela protested.
“Did I stutter?”
Angela froze.
Jared walked to the chair like it belonged to him, sat, crossed his legs, and relaxed back comfortably. Angela stared at him in pure disbelief.
“Angela,” Ms. Bridget added, “go and get him a cup of coffee. Whatever he wants.”
“Ma’am WHAT?” Angela nearly shrieked. “You want me to serve him?”
Ms. Bridget shot her a sharp glare. Angela swallowed hard.
“W-what kind of coffee?” she forced out, looking at Jared with murder in her eyes.
Jared listed the specifics—a premium, rich, complex blend that only high-end cafés even served. Ms. Bridget blinked. That wasn’t the taste of a pauper.
Angela stormed off to prepare it, muttering curses the whole way.
When she returned, she practically slammed the tray onto Jared’s lap.
Jared didn’t even flinch.
“I said serve it properly,” he told her calmly.
Angela’s jaw dropped. “You—what—”
“Don’t embarrass yourself further,” Ms. Bridget warned. “Respect the guest.”
Angela looked like she’d choke. But she bowed—bowed—and presented the tray respectfully.
“Here is your coffee, sir…”
Students downstairs could never imagine Angela, the proud manager, bowing to Jared. She was shaking with humiliation.
Jared took a sip, smirked, and said casually, “Not bad. You should quit this job and sell coffee. That seems to be your true calling.”
Angela nearly died.
Ms. Bridget cleared her throat sharply, refusing to allow personal feelings to show.
“Now—your card, Jared. To process a Patron Plan membership, the yearly f*e is $25 million. And you must show proof of a minimum net worth of $500 million.”
Angela brightened instantly. This was it. Her victory.
He couldn’t afford any of this.
Jared calmly reached into his pocket and brought out—
—a worn-out wallet.
Ms. Bridget’s brows furrowed. Angela burst into laughter.
“Oh this is going to be good,” she said. “Please bring out your library card, Jared. Maybe they’ll give you pity membership.”
Jared didn’t respond to her. Instead, he opened the wallet and pulled out seven metallic cards.
He dropped them on the table one by one.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Each card gleamed as the ceiling lights hit them.
Angela’s laughter died in her throat.
Ms. Bridget froze.
“What… are these?” Angela whispered.
Ms. Bridget picked the first card, eyes widening. “This… this is a Prime Gold Sovereign card… minimum liquid assets—$50 billion.”
Angela staggered backward.
Ms. Bridget picked the second, third, fourth—her hand shaking more with each one.
“These—these other cards… rumors say you need between $100 and $250 billion liquid for each. I have never seen this many premium sovereign cards outside high-level board meetings.”
Angela swayed on her heels. “B-billion? L-liquid… billion?”
Jared calmly sipped his coffee. “I told you people never listen.”
Ms. Bridget had regained her professionalism, but her expression showed she was in the presence of someone far beyond her league. Still, she had to verify.
“I’ll process the payment,” she said, swallowing. “Just to confirm they’re valid.”
Before she picked up the first card, Jared added:
“Oh—and charge me for two years. I’ll be in this school for two more.”
Angela gasped.
“F-fifty… million?” Her voice was a whisper. “Gone? Like that?”
Ms. Bridget bowed slightly. “Of course.”
She keyed in the details, ran the swipe—
Transaction Successful.
The machine beeped cheerfully.
Angela fainted.
Dead drop. On the office carpet.
Ms. Bridget held her breath for nearly three minutes, shocked into silence. When Angela finally came to, she woke to the sight of Jared standing, picking up his cards leisurely, ready to leave.
Ms. Bridget and Angela both bowed instinctively.
“We apologize for any disrespect, sir,” Ms. Bridget said, shaking. “I—I didn’t know. Thank you for helping me fulfill my five-year revenue target in a single day. When head office hears of this… I’ll be promoted instantly.”
Jared smiled. “Good for you.”
Angela ran to him, grabbed his leg, crying uncontrollably.
“Sir please! Forgive me! I didn’t know who you were! Please don’t ruin me!”
Jared looked down at her.
“I forgave you already. That’s why I’m helping you understand your mistake.”
“My… my mistake?” Angela stammered.
“Yes. You’re meant to make coffee. And you’re good at it. So I’m helping redirect your life.”
He turned to Ms. Bridget.
“Fire her.”
Ms. Bridget didn’t hesitate even one second.
“Angela—return your badge. You’re terminated.”
Angela collapsed again, weeping loudly as Jared stepped over her and walked out.
He reached the front steps of the gym building just as his phone rang.
Becky Hollins.
He answered.
“Jared! Meet me at House of Glams. Immediately. I’m buying you new outfits for the school gala. And I don’t want anyone mocking you tomorrow. Come now.”
Jared smiled lightly. “I’m on my way.”
He ended the call.
But as he pocketed his phone, a group of rough-looking men approached, surrounding him.
The leader stepped forward.
“You. Come with us.”
Jared laughed. “Why would I?”
“You think you have a choice? We’ve been sent by Rosaline Joackin. She wants you. And when Rosaline wants someone, they come.”
Students nearby gasped. Rosaline Joackin, Sammy Jo's mother, was about to take her revenge on Jared. This wouldn't end well for him.
Jared shook his head. “Go back to whoever sent you and tell them never to disrespect me again.”
The leader blinked. “Are you crazy?”
He signaled one of his men forward.
As soon as the man reached for Jared—
Crack!
Jared broke the man’s arm in three places in one fluid motion. The air filled with sharp screams.
Everyone froze.
Students who had seen Jared bullied countless times stood speechless. This wasn’t the Jared they knew.
They didn’t know that Jared Diamond had been trained by the deadliest martial arts masters in the country since he was a boy.
The second man rushed forward—
Two strikes.
He dropped, arm twisted, leg snapped sideways.
The remaining men hesitated. Then charged.
Five seconds later, they were all on the floor, groaning, bones broken, crying for help.
The leader bolted and ran for his life.
The crowd erupted.
“Holy—did you see that?!”
“Someone record this!!!”
“He took out six guys in under ten seconds!”
“Is this the same Jared we used to bully?!”
Jared adjusted his shirt sleeves and walked past the cheering crowd like he had simply stepped out to buy bread.
He flagged down a taxi.
“House of Glams,” he said calmly.
The taxi sped off.
Behind him, whispers filled the air.
“Jared Stevens?”
“That wasn’t Jared…”
“That was someone else.”
Yes.
Jared Stevens was gone.
Jared Diamond had arrived.
And the entire school was about to feel it.
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Chapter 10
Jared followed Angela into the elevator without saying another word. She kept glancing at him, waiting—hoping—for fear to show on his face, but all she found was that same expressionless confidence that was eating her alive. She jabbed the top-floor button with unnecessary force, nearly breaking her nail in the process.The elevator doors slid open into a luxurious hallway lined with polished marble and gold-trimmed wall lamps. This was the upper sanctum of the Fitness Directorate, a place only the elite members ever stepped foot into. Angela always felt important coming up here. Today, however, she felt something else—pressure. Something about Jared’s calmness irritated her beyond measure.They arrived at a glass office door with the name MS. BRIDGET HAMILTON — DIRECTOR OF FITNESS & PREMIUM AFFAIRS etched in silver lettering across it.Angela straightened her blouse, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.Inside, Ms. Bridget looked up from her monitor. She was a striking woman
Chapter 9
The moment the Ladies of Helen stormed out of the gym, the atmosphere twisted. Every head in the room tilted toward Jared with a blend of disbelief, annoyance, and outright confusion.Whispers started like sparks… then spread into a full wildfire.“Did he really reject Shelly?”“He must be crazy.”“Bro thinks he’s Invincible Man because of $25 million.”“Isn’t this the same guy whose girlfriend dumped him yesterday?”“And Lisa isn’t even half as pretty as Shelly. What the hell is wrong with him?”The murmurs thickened with judgment, jealousy, and mockery. Some people looked at Jared like he was mentally unstable. Some like he was arrogant. Others like he was simply too foolish to understand the blessing he had just spat on.But Jared didn’t care at all.He simply continued his workout, switching machines, his breaths steady, his posture calm. Sweat slid down his arms and neck, and he adjusted the weights without acknowledging a single person around him.The more silent he remained, th
Chapter 8
Jared spent the rest of the afternoon at the university gym, needing somewhere to burn off the steam boiling inside him. The chaos of the morning—the downfall of Professor Bernard, the shock of Director Hill’s surrender, the roaring crowd—had left a tension in his chest that only physical exertion could dissolve. He had once come here every day, not to train but to wipe equipment, scrub mats, and take whatever degrading tasks Angela could cook up just so he could earn enough to eat. But today, he was here for himself. No more scrubbing machines. No more dusting lockers. No more bowing his head.He was Jared Diamond again. Heir to trillions. Owner of holdings that stretched across states. A man who, with one phone call, could freeze or collapse almost any business in the city. Nobody on this campus knew it yet—but they would.He had been running on the treadmill for almost thirty-five minutes, drenched in sweat. His breathing was steady and relaxed. But from the moment he walked in ea
Chapter 7
The slap that landed on Professor Bernard’s face echoed like a gunshot across the courtyard. Students froze in disbelief as a red imprint immediately bloomed across the professor’s cheek. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Someone dropped their drink. Another student instinctively covered their mouth.What on earth had they just witnessed?This wasn’t some regular professor being scolded. This was Professor Bernard—the man who practically carried the entire ICT faculty on his back. In the last five years alone, he had singlehandedly made LAU graduates the most sought-after tech recruits in the state. The man had connections in nearly every major tech corporation—Skyrun Inc., Hertz Cloud, Maxian Systems. Skyrun especially adored him. They had begged him multiple times to leave the university and work with their HR team, helping them identify and groom elite tech talent.He was respected everywhere.And yet here he stood, hand glued to his cheek, staring at Director Hill like a lost chil
Chapter 6
Chaos was already brewing around the lunch lounge before Director Hill even arrived. Kirby, convinced that she was about to witness Jared’s final downfall, flicked her hair sharply and turned to her friends.“Start recording,” she ordered. “I want every moment caught on camera. When the director gets here, we will show him that this criminal snuck his way back into the school.”Her friends obeyed immediately, pulling out their phones like paparazzi waiting for a star’s meltdown. Professor Bernard, energized by the attention, puffed out his chest and raised his voice.“Everyone gather around!” he barked. “A student is about to face consequences for defying the rules of this university!”In seconds, hundreds of students flooded the space—whispers, gasps, and curious glances filling the room. Some came because they despised Jared, but many came because they felt something was wrong with the way he had been expelled. Still, nobody dared challenge the system openly.Brad and Becky watched
Chapter 5
Jared sat in the back seat of the taxi, his head lightly resting against the window as the city rolled by in soft blurs. It was unbelievable how fast life could shift. Just yesterday morning, he had been a broke, struggling student—counting pennies, praying Nana wouldn’t die before he could raise the money for her surgery. Yesterday evening, he had been tossed out of the university like filth. And now… a prince restored. The heir of the Diamond Empire. The rightful owner of fortunes larger than most nations’ GDPs.All because he finally agreed to return home.His fingers brushed against the sleek metal of his seven premium black cards—platinum, titanium, unlimited credit. Cards he hadn’t held for three years. Cards that could buy buildings, cities… or even the very institutions that had looked down on him.Each card had at least $250 billion for his lavish spending. More money than he could ever spend in seven lifetimes. A small smile tugged at his lips. ‘Brad and Becky are going to
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