2026-03-24 19:40:05Grace’s sudden outburst made the whole classroom atmosphere awkward.
Sitting lazily at the side, Wade sneered and joined in. “Yeah, Class Rep, why invite a poor guy like him? We’d probably have to look after him the whole trip. That’s a hassle.” He chuckled and continued. “Besides, doesn’t Kelvin have to clean the library every day? If he skips a day, he probably won’t even have money to eat the next day.” The surrounding students burst into laughter. Some of them had even dug into Kelvin’s background before. His life story was practically detailed enough to become a documentary. “Wade! You’re not allowed to talk about your classmates like that!” Anna snapped angrily. She had always been kindhearted, but she never expected things to escalate this far. Just then, loud commotion erupted outside the classroom. A girl with a flushed face ran in excitedly and shouted, “Something huge just happened! I heard that Victor Carter, the richest businessman in the country, has sent people to find his grandson! They’re bringing him back to New York to inherit the family fortune!” “Damn, Victor Carter’s fortune?” someone shouted. “That’s hundreds of billions of dollars!” “Hundreds of billions? That’s just cash flow! Don’t you know the Carter Group does business all over the world?” “Man, imagine if my grandpa was Victor Carter!” “Your last name is Wilson, idiot. Victor Carter’s grandson obviously has the last name Carter!” The classroom immediately erupted into noisy discussion. Suddenly, Grace’s gaze fell on Kelvin. But she quickly shook her head. “That’s impossible. There are at least a dozen students with the last name Carter in the school.” “Hey—hey! They’re coming to our classroom!” Just as the girl finished speaking, the classroom door opened. Several tall bodyguards wearing black suits and earpieces walked inside first. Behind them stood a beautiful woman with a cold expression—Lena—and an elderly man with sharp eyes and a dignified posture. It was Frank. At that moment, every student in the classroom stared at them eagerly. Everyone secretly hoped those two would suddenly walk toward them and take them away to the peak of success. But to everyone’s shock— Frank and Lena walked straight to Kelvin. Frank revealed a polite smile and bowed slightly. “Young Master, we’re here to pick you up.” Young master?! The old man had just called Kelvin Young Master! Kelvin… was Victor Carter’s grandson?! The classroom exploded in shock. Grace rolled her eyes and fainted right on the spot. Unlike everyone else, Kelvin remained calm—though a little cautious. He pointed at himself. “You’re… talking to me?” “Yes, Young Master,” Frank replied respectfully. “We’ve been searching for you for eighteen years.” He snapped his fingers. A bodyguard immediately stepped forward and placed a file on the desk. Inside were detailed documents about Kelvin. “According to our investigation and verification, you are indeed Mr. Carter’s grandson. Your father, Daniel Carter, is Mr. Carter’s only son.” This was the first time Kelvin had ever heard his father’s name. He slowly flipped through the documents on the desk. Everything inside was extremely detailed—and completely real. So they hadn’t mistaken him? As if sensing Kelvin’s hesitation, Frank placed another document on the desk and handed him a prepared phone. “Young Master, this is the official certification for you as an heir of the Carter family.” “You only need to sign this document, and 15% of the Carter Group’s shares will belong to you.” “There are two copies of this contract. It is legally binding under international law.” Kelvin was a college student, so he understood how contracts worked. The more he read, the faster his heart began to beat. Because he realized Frank was telling the truth. As long as he signed this paper— Fifteen percent of the Carter Group would belong to him. After confirming this wasn’t a prank, Kelvin picked up the pen and signed his name. At that exact moment— A cold mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside his mind. “Host detected. Conditions for activating the Gold Devourer System have been met.” “System initialization in progress…” Kelvin froze. A system? He was stunned, but on the surface he stayed calm and flipped the contract to the English version page. Some students nearby whispered mockingly. “Kelvin isn’t even an English major. There’s no way he understands that contract.” “Yeah, he’s probably just pretending to look cool.” But inside Kelvin’s mind, the mechanical voice continued. “Welcome to the Gold Devourer System.” “This system is a wealth-consumption growth system.” “As long as the host completes wealth-consumption missions on time, the system will provide corresponding rewards.” “Opening Beginner Gift Pack…” “Congratulations to the host for receiving: All-Attribute Enhancement Pill ×3 10 Talent Points Basic Business Knowledge Support Kit Basic Form-and-Will Boxing Manual” Kelvin’s lips twitched slightly. Why did this feel like he was suddenly inside a video game? At that moment, Lena frowned impatiently. “Young Master, if you’re done reviewing it, please return the contract.” “Oh—right.” Kelvin handed the contract and pen back to her casually. “There are a few spelling mistakes in the English version. You might want someone to check it again.” Lena was startled and quickly looked through the contract. Sure enough— Several English words had been misspelled. A faint glimmer flashed across Frank’s eyes. He smiled calmly and asked, “Young Master, are you proficient in business English?” “I know a little,” Kelvin replied awkwardly, scratching his cheek. But deep down, he realized something. This must be the effect of the Basic Business Knowledge Support Kit from the system. It seemed the strange coin Old Walter had given him really was something extraordinary. Frank then continued respectfully, “Young Master, following Mr. Carter’s instructions, all Carter Group businesses in Stonebridge City have been transferred to your name.” “Mr. Carter also said he wants you to practice first. So he has allocated one billion dollars for you to gain experience managing businesses.” One billion dollars?! Hearing that number, Wade—who had been hiding in the corner watching everything—began trembling. At that moment, he prayed desperately that Kelvin wouldn’t remember how he had bullied and mocked him before. But was Kelvin someone who forgot things easily? Not at all. Kelvin smiled gently and looked at Wade. “Wade, if I remember correctly, your family owns a factory here in Stonebridge, right?” Wade’s face turned pale. “Y-yes…” “Good.” Kelvin patted Wade’s shoulder casually. Then he turned to Frank and said, “Arrange it. I want to cooperate with Wade’s family factory.” “Let’s help everyone get rich together.” Wade almost collapsed. Just competing with the Carter Group alone could destroy his entire family business overnight! Realizing the danger, Wade immediately rushed forward and hugged Kelvin’s leg while crying loudly. “Brother Kelvin, I was wrong!” “You’re a great man—you won’t remember the mistakes of a nobody like me!” “Please… please spare my family!”
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The hospital corridor was quiet behind Kelvin as he walked out into the pre-dawn air of Stonebridge.Sophie was in the critical care suite. Dr. Harland had reviewed her file remotely and confirmed the surgical consultation for nine in the morning. Webb had settled into the family waiting area with the look of a man who intended to stay there indefinitely, which Kelvin found he didn't object to.Fletcher Trading Group's CFO had called Frank twice more before midnight.The acquisition paperwork was already being drafted.Kelvin drove back to Stonebridge University at four in the morning, parked the 7 Series two blocks from campus — the car was going to need explaining eventually, but not tonight — and walked the rest of the way through the empty streets with his hands in his jacket pockets and the cool air doing useful work on his thinking.At the library entrance he stopped.A Post-it note had been stuck to the door at eye level, written in Old Walter's unmistakable cramped handwriting
the cost of arrogance
Patterson sat on the floor of the corridor exactly where her legs had given out, staring at nothing with the expression of someone who had just watched their professional future collapse in real time.Kelvin had already stopped looking at her.He turned back to Dr. Whitmore, who was still standing at the nurses' station with the attentive posture of a man who had recalibrated completely and was now operating in full accommodation mode."Sophie needs to be moved to the private suite tonight," Kelvin said. "Not tomorrow. Tonight.""Absolutely," Whitmore said. "I'll personally oversee the transfer.""Good." Kelvin looked down the corridor toward the intensive care wing. "There's a second matter."He had noticed the old man earlier — silver-haired, heavyset, sitting in a wheelchair outside the ICU with the comfortable authority of someone who expected chairs to be provided and doors to be held. Visiting family had been orbiting him with the anxious attentiveness of people managing somethi
the cost of looking down
The ward fell silent after the slap.Not the silence of shock exactly — more the particular quiet of a room full of people who had witnessed something they were now collectively deciding how to feel about.The decision came quickly."Did he just hit her?""Over a few words? That's completely out of line.""Look at how they're dressed. They can't even afford this place and they're in here causing scenes.""Someone call security. Disturbing patients like this — have some decency."The nurse, whose name tag read Patterson, pressed one hand against her reddening cheek and let her eyes fill with the specific tears of someone who understood instinctively that an audience was an asset. She straightened slowly, looked at Kelvin with the expression of a woman recalibrating her approach, and pointed at him."Just you wait," she said.Then she turned on her heel and walked out briskly, the sound of her shoes sharp and deliberate against the floor.Kelvin watched her go without expression.Beside
blood is thicker
Kelvin placed his hand gently over Victoria's and gave it a single reassuring pat.It was a small gesture. Almost nothing.But Victoria felt something shift in her chest — a quiet, unfamiliar steadiness, the sensation of standing next to someone who was not going to move regardless of what came through the door.She had not felt that in a long time.Briggs planted himself two feet from Kelvin with the physical confidence of a man who had resolved many situations with his hands and expected to resolve this one the same way."Black Iron crew," someone near the back muttered. "That's Harmon's enforcers.""Last time they came through here, three guys ended up in the river."Briggs looked at Kelvin the way a wall looks at the thing about to run into it."You've got one more chance to walk away clean," he said. "After that, clean isn't an option.""You keep offering me chances," Kelvin said. "I keep not taking them. At some point that should tell you something."Briggs's jaw tightened.He p
the dragon and the rose
Victoria led Kelvin through the corridor at the back of The Blind King, past two doors that were neither marked nor lit, and stopped at a third that was heavier than the others — solid steel framed in dark wood, the kind of door that communicated its purpose without needing a sign.She knocked twice. Paused. Once more.The lock disengaged from the inside.The room beyond was not what Kelvin expected.It was quiet, well-furnished, and smelled of good bourbon and old paper. Bookshelves lined two walls — actual books, worn spines, the kind accumulated by reading rather than decoration. A large desk sat at the center, clear except for a glass, a lamp, and a single manila folder. Behind the desk sat a man in his early sixties with Victoria's same sharp eyes and considerably more patience in them.Danny Reeves looked at Kelvin for a long moment without speaking.Then he said, "You're younger than I expected.""So I've been told," Kelvin said.Danny's mouth moved slightly. He gestured to the
bartender unlocked
Kelvin shook Victoria's hand.Her grip was firm — confident in the way of someone who had learned early that hesitation read as weakness. But beneath the smooth surface he felt something else. Small hardened patches along the inner fingers, the base of the palm. The kind that came not from gym work or manual labor but from years of repetitive precision movement.He filed that away without comment.Victoria led him through the bar with the ease of someone who owned every room she walked through — which, Kelvin was beginning to suspect, was not entirely metaphorical. The crowd parted without being asked. Conversations quieted as she passed and resumed after she had gone, like a wake closing behind a boat."Your father is expecting me," Kelvin said as they walked."He is," Victoria said. "But he can wait five more minutes." She stopped at the bar and held up two fingers. The bartender was already moving before her hand came down. "You came in here and ordered the strongest thing we make.
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