Chapter 1790

Most kids hit 18 full of starry-eyed dreams, cramming in libraries for college exams.

Solomon was different, already in charge of the Osborne Group. He juggled school with business, even transferring from a fancy overseas school to one in Seamar City.

On his first day, he rolled up with bodyguards. It got him hauled into the principal's office pronto.

His parents slinked in, looking guilty, not because they cared about appearances, but because they didn't want Solomon to catch them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Osborne," the homeroom teacher groaned, "we're not trying to nitpick. But Solomon's out of control, playing on his laptop in class, with two goons shadowing him. How are we supposed to teach?"

hates

The teacher blinked,

take over. Solomon's been

just here for the

a degree without classes, but he is 18 now. We needed to

low. "There is nothing else, right? We told him we were hospitalized. If he found out we were heading to an

as a kid. Now that he was grown, they regretted it. When it came to

secretaries tailing him? Non-negotiable. Deals worth billions hinge on him. One slip, and next year's

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