Chapter 4: The House of Cards
The fallout was instantaneous. By the time Julian drove his Ferrari off campus, news had already hit the financial news tickers on the students' phones. Chloe’s phone began to vibrate incessantly, the screen lighting up with panicked notifications from her father’s legal team.
"Chloe, your dad is calling," Chad said, his voice barely audible. He looked at the empty cobblestone street, then at Chloe, his entire world view collapsing. The boy in the hoodie wasn't a charity case; he was a titan of industry in training.
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Julian didn't go to his dorm. He drove to the local headquarters of the firm he had just purchased. He walked past the shocked receptionists, his faded hoodie now looking less like poverty and more like a deliberate statement of power. He sat at the desk of the former CEO, his laptop open, his fingers dancing across the keys.
He didn't just buy a company. He bought the infrastructure that fueled his bullies’ lifestyles. He checked his portfolio, watching the stock price of Vanderbilt Enterprises stabilize under his new management. He wasn't doing this for revenge. He was doing this because they had dared to interrupt his study time.
