2025-11-18 15:40:05Chaos 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 the crowd multiplying. Their anxiety shot through the roof.
“Jared… we still don’t know how you got back,” Brad whispered urgently. “If we don’t know that, how do we defend you?”
Becky nudged Jared harder. “He’s right! You’re acting like everything is fine but the director is coming here. You know he’ll try to hand you over to the police for stepping foot on campus again!”
Jared simply leaned back in his seat and took another bite of his lunch, calm as still water. “Relax. Everything is fine.”
“Fine?!” Becky’s voice cracked. “How is this FINE? We’re talking about Director Hill! He could—”
But before she could finish, Kirby’s loud laughter sliced through her sentence.
“Aww, look at you,” Kirby mocked Becky. “Panicking like a scared little kitten. What will you do now, Becky? Save Jared with your tears? Save him with your family name? Or maybe you’ll kneel and beg?” She laughed, flipping her hair. “You should have known better than to hang out with… this.”
Her insult stung. Becky clenched her jaw, a retort burning in her mind—yet she held her tongue.
Kirby moved closer and sneered. “Your taste in friends is as trashy as your personality.”
Enough was enough.
Jared turned slowly to Kirby, his eyes sharp. “Be careful,” he said quietly. “If Sammy Jo and his mother could get served this morning, who are you not to get served too?”
Kirby froze. “What—what does that even mean?”
“Oh?” Jared blinked innocently. “You haven’t been online today?”
Whispers rose immediately among the surrounding students.
“You mean she hasn’t seen it?”
“How can she not know?”
“Wait until she watches…”
Kirby grew impatient. “What haven’t I seen?!”
Someone nearby stepped forward. “The video. The… hotel footage.”
“What hotel footage?” Kirby hissed.
Jared leaned back and folded his arms. “Check your phone.”
She scoffed, pulled out her smartphone, and opened her social media feed. A second later, her eyes widened so far they nearly popped out of their sockets.
There it was.
Videos—multiple angles—of Rosaline Joackin, Sammy Jo, and even Lisa being dragged out of Diamond Manor Hotel by security like criminals.
Crowds laughing.
Security guards tossing their bags onto the pavement.
Rosaline screaming in humiliation.
Sammy Jo on his knees begging.
Lisa crying and pleading.
And the captions… oh, the captions.
#JoackinDisgrace
#DiamondManorThrowOut #GoldenBoyNoMore #KickedOutLikeThievesThe whole world was laughing at them.
As Kirby watched, her jaw trembled. The laughter around her grew louder, and several students couldn’t resist mocking.
“Wow, Sammy Jo looked like a wet puppy!”
“She said she was better than everyone—look at her now!”
“Oh my God, Lisa was crying? That’s karma!”
Kirby’s cheeks burned in humiliation, even though she wasn’t in the video. She slammed her phone shut just as Professor Bernard walked up behind her, his face tight and grave.
“Everyone, silence!” he barked, trying to restore order. But even he couldn’t hide his shock. He stared at the floor for a long second, pity crossing his face.
Meanwhile, Jared simply continued eating.
And then—
Director Hill arrived.
Silence swept the crowd like a gust of icy wind. The students instantly stepped aside, forming a path for the man. He marched forward with fire in his eyes, his presence alone enough to intimidate anyone.
He stopped in front of Jared, nostrils flaring.
“You,” he growled. “Are you trying to provoke me? You were expelled! How dare you show your face on school property?”
Jared did not move an inch. He lifted his gaze lazily and said:
“Call your boss. Timothy Monrell.”
Silence.
The entire crowd blinked.
Director Hill’s expression cracked. He pointed rigidly at Jared.
“D-Do not lie to me. You don’t know Mr. Monrell.”
Jared raised one brow. “Call him.”
The director clenched his jaw, but just as he opened his mouth to argue—
His phone rang.
Everyone gasped when they saw the name on the caller ID.
Timothy Monrell.
A hush fell so heavy it could suffocate.
Director Hill trembled as he answered the call and bowed his head.
“Y–Yes, sir… Yes, sir, I… I understand… I deeply apologize… It will be fixed immediately… Of course, sir… It will not happen again…”
Every second of that call drained the color from his face.
By the time he hung up, he looked like he had aged ten years.
The entire crowd exchanged shocked glances. Something was wrong—very wrong.
Kirby stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Sir, you need to send Jared away! And his friends too! They helped him sneak in!”
Professor Bernard quickly added, “Yes, sir! It’s clear they disobeyed you—”
Jared lifted a hand and silenced both of them.
“Director,” he said calmly, “your decision?”
Director Hill swallowed repeatedly. Sweat dripped down his forehead. In his mind, he was calculating the danger.
If he obeyed Rosaline Joackin:
He kept her favor—but risked losing his job, benefits, pension, and status if he disobeyed the Atlantic Group.If he obeyed Mr. Monrell:
He might anger the Joackins—but he would remain employed, protected, and aligned with the most powerful business conglomerate on the West Coast.There was no comparison.
“Sir—” Professor Bernard pressed again.
SLAP!!!
Director Hill turned sharply and struck Professor Bernard across the face, the sound echoing throughout the cafeteria.
The students gasped in horror.
“SHUT. UP.” Director Hill roared. “I DID NOT ASK FOR YOUR OPINION!”
Kirby staggered backward, horrified. Professor Bernard clutched his cheek, stunned into silence.
Director Hill turned to Jared—bowing slightly.
“Mr. Stevens…” His voice cracked. “Welcome back to Los Angeles University.”
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Becky arrived at Los Angeles University earlier than usual that morning.The campus still carried the soft haze of overnight rain, the stone pathways damp and reflective beneath the rising sun. Students moved in scattered clusters across the courtyards, their conversations light, unaware of the silent tension tightening around the university from forces none of them could see.Becky, however, felt it immediately.Ever since she agreed to Ethan’s plan, nothing about the world around her felt ordinary anymore.She adjusted the strap of her bag while walking past the main academic building, her thoughts looping through everything Jared had told her the night before. Natalie Stone’s file had been burned into her memory more than she cared to admit, not because of who she was, but because of what she represented.A doorway.A fragile one.And someone dangerous stood on the other side.Becky exhaled quietly as she turned down the corridor leading toward the student library wing. Ethan had k
CHAPTER 297
The office grew quieter after Ethan’s discovery.Not calmer.Just sharper.The holographic display continued glowing across the center of Jared’s executive office while Natalie Stone’s university file remained suspended above the table in rotating layers of personal data, enrollment records, housing reports, and financial activity. Rain still pressed softly against the windows overlooking West Angeles, but neither Jared nor Ethan paid attention to the storm anymore.Because for the first time since Damien launched his campaign, they had finally uncovered an opening.Jared studied Natalie’s photograph carefully.She looked nothing like the image he had built in his mind whenever he thought about Damien Stone. There was no coldness in her eyes. No visible arrogance. No sign of the calculated malice her brother carried so naturally.She looked normal.Which made her dangerous in a completely different way.Ethan continued scrolling through the intelligence file while muttering quietly to
CHAPTER 296
The executive floor inside Diamond Global remained active long after midnight.Most of the lower departments had already emptied hours ago, but the upper security and intelligence divisions continued operating at full capacity beneath the cold glow of holographic displays and surveillance monitors. Analysts rotated through encrypted data streams while Diamond Security teams coordinated movement schedules for every member of the Diamond family across the state.Nobody treated the situation lightly anymore.Not after Howard Diamond’s convoy had been followed.Inside Jared’s private executive office, the atmosphere carried a quieter tension. The city skyline stretched beyond the massive glass walls while rain drifted lightly across West Angeles once again, turning the streets below into fractured reflections of red and white light.Jared sat behind the dark marble desk reviewing a collection of encrypted reports Ethan had compiled over the last two hours. Most of them contained the same
CHAPTER 295
The executive boardroom looked like a warzone after Damien finally left.One of the glass divider panels had cracked near the corner from where Jared had been shoved against it during the fight. Chairs sat overturned across the polished floor while scattered documents and shattered water glasses remained untouched near the conference table. Outside the boardroom walls, nervous employees still lingered cautiously around the executive floor pretending to work while secretly trying to understand what had just happened.Inside, the atmosphere remained heavy.Ethan stood near the doorway speaking quietly into his earpiece while two Diamond Security officers reviewed surveillance footage from the hallway outside. Neither looked comfortable.Jared barely noticed any of it.He stood near the windows overlooking downtown West Angeles, one hand pressed lightly against the bruise forming along his jaw while Damien’s final words continued replaying inside his head.The line irritated him more tha
CHAPTER 294
The atmosphere inside Diamond Global’s executive tower remained tense even after Jared’s charges had officially been dismissed.Employees moved carefully across the massive trading floors beneath the towering glass ceilings, speaking in quieter tones than usual while media speculation continued flooding financial networks across the country. Security presence had doubled overnight. Analysts monitored internal systems relentlessly while legal teams occupied nearly every conference room inside the upper executive levels.Nobody trusted the calm.Not after the last forty-eight hours.Jared stood inside the executive boardroom overlooking downtown West Angeles, one hand resting against the polished edge of the conference table while financial projections rotated slowly across the holographic display before him.Stock recovery had started.Slowly.But not fast enough.The attempted murder accusations and media frenzy had shaken investor confidence harder than Diamond Global publicly admitt
CHAPTER 293
The penthouse remained silent long after midnight.West Angeles stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shimmering beneath the lingering rainstorm while distant traffic crawled across the wet highways like glowing veins beneath the darkness. Damien Stone stood near the glass with one hand tucked into his pocket, his expression unreadable as multiple news broadcasts played silently across the screens behind him.Every single one carried Jared Diamond’s face.“—all charges connected to the attempted murder investigation against Jared Diamond have officially been dismissed following the emergence of new forensic inconsistencies—”“—sources within the district attorney’s office now confirm evidence tampering—”“—questions are now being raised regarding how such a coordinated manipulation entered official police systems without detection—”Damien muted the televisions with a sharp press of the remote before the reporters could continue.The sudden silence o
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