I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Chapter 103 Parents meeting II

The next day, the students of Montgomery Hall—usually radiating confidence and pride—were far from their usual selves. They sat quietly in the opulent foyer of the hall, their faces marked with a range of emotions: dread, stress, frustration, and even defiance. The foyer itself was a testament to luxury, with polished marble floors that reflected the sunlight streaming through massive arched windows. A grand chandelier hung overhead, its crystals glinting like diamonds, while plush velvet couches and gilded armchairs were scattered elegantly around the room. Ornate tapestries lined the walls, each one telling a story of tradition and power.

Despite the grandeur of their surroundings, the tension in the room was palpable, and no one seemed more stressed than Caroline Blackwell.

"I can't believe she would do that," came the sharp voice of Daphne Morgan, who was seated beside Caroline, her arms crossed in frustration.

Caroline, slumped on one of the velvet couches, sighed heavily. "The woman is insane," she muttered, replaying the disastrous events of the day before. She had carefully gone to the assistant's office to 'ask'—or rather insist—that her parental contact information be switched from her father to her mother. But just when she thought her plan was working, the new headmaster overheard everything. To make matters worse, the headmaster personally called her father to deliver the news.

Caroline groaned, burying her face in her hands. "And the worst part is, I'd already called my mother to explain what was going on. When I tried to tell her not to come, she just said, 'Oh baby, I'm so glad you called me! I can't wait to come to the school meeting.'" Caroline sighed again, leaning back on the couch and letting her head rest against the plush upholstery. "I couldn't bring myself to tell her not to come after that."

Daphne, sitting closer now, gently placed a hand on Caroline's head in a comforting gesture. "Sorry about that," she murmured before letting out a sigh of her own. "I'm not exactly having the best time, either. My brother already called me, and thank goodness he's the one coming instead of my parents, but..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "That's a whole different problem on its own. I just hope he behaves himself."

The two girls exchanged exhausted looks, sharing a moment of silent understanding. Before they could dive further into their woes, a cheerful, almost mocking voice shattered the heavy atmosphere.

"Oh, why are all of you so gloomy? Look on the bright side!" The voice belonged to none other than Noah Tinubu, who was sprawled lazily on a chaise lounge at the far end of the room. He was casually popping grapes into his mouth, utterly unbothered by the tension surrounding him. His carefree attitude made everyone turn their heads in disbelief.

Greta, seated nearby with her arms crossed and a deep frown etched on her face, snapped at him. "And what exactly is the bright side, Noah?"

Noah grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What else? No class, obviously!" He let out a laugh, tossing another grape into his mouth.@@@@

Greta's frown deepened as she glared at him. "Seriously?"

"I don't get why you guys are acting like it's the end of the world," Noah continued, waving a hand dismissively. "It's just your parents coming. Not, like, monsters or anything."

His words hung in the air as the room collectively groaned, their irritation with him plain on their faces. Clearly, Noah's perspective wasn't as reassuring as he thought.

Noah, still lounging with his plate of grapes, glanced around at the tense group before speaking again. "Look at Li and Paul. They're not stressed. Why do you all have to be?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the two boys seated quietly across the room. Li's expression was stern and focused, while Paul looked completely indifferent, as though none of this concerned him in the slightest. Greta was the first to scoff.

"Please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know why Paul isn't stressed. My uncle's such a chilled person, he has no reason to be worried."

Noah immediately shot back, "But I've met your parents too, and they seem pretty chill. So why are you freaking out?"

Greta sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean, I just got back to school, and less than a day later, they're already calling them to report about me." She groaned, the weight of her circumstances pressing down on her. She didn't need another issue with her parents—not when she was already on thin ice with them.

Li, who had been sitting silently, finally spoke. "I actually think this is a good thing," he said flatly.

Noah grinned, pointing a grape at him. "Thank you!"

But Li's sharp gaze shot toward Noah, his tone colder now. "Not for the same reasons as you," he said, his disgust evident as he eyed Noah, who continued to eat fruit, utterly oblivious.

Amelie's calculating gaze locked onto him. "Uncle, I know exactly who I invited. It's you who underestimates the power of this school and my family's name." Her voice carried conviction as she continued. "If anything, it's the Orsinis we should tread carefully around. They're the only ones with as much reach as ours. But knowing Lorenzo Orsini's reputation, this shouldn't be enough to anger him."

Her eyes sparkled with ambition as she leaned forward. "This meeting is essential. It's how I establish my family's school back into its rightful place. We'll gain the respect we once held—no, we'll surpass it."

Jefferson's expression faltered as his mind wandered to a chilling memory. A black-haired, black-eyed boy who once attended the school came to mind. The year he had spent here had been unlike any other, a robotic, almost militaristic time that left an eerie mark on the hallways. Jefferson shivered, recalling those cold, calculating eyes.

He looked at Amelie, his voice low but firm. "It's not Lorenzo Orsini you should fear."

Amelie raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What?"

Jefferson's voice grew louder, almost desperate. "I said, it's not Lorenzo Orsini you should be wary of."

Amelie's lips curled into a faint smile, the sarcasm in her voice unmistakable. "Then who?"

Jefferson opened his mouth to answer, but a knock on the door interrupted them. Both turned toward the sound. Amelie sighed and straightened her suit. "Enter," she called.

The door opened to reveal Amber, Amelie's assistant. She hesitated slightly, sensing the tension in the room, before saying, "Ma'am, the guests have arrived."

Amelie nodded, adjusting her posture. "I'm coming, Amber." She turned back to Jefferson, her tone cool and dismissive. "Uncle Jefferson, I need to attend to the parents now. And frankly, I think you should take a vacation. You seem tense." She paused deliberately, her next words cutting. "Take all the time you need."

Jefferson froze, the finality of her words sinking in. Nodding slowly, almost to himself, he muttered, "I guess this is it."

He stood up, his movements heavy with resignation. As he walked toward the door, Amber stepped aside to let him pass. Just before leaving, he turned back one last time, his voice low but filled with a quiet urgency that silenced the room.

"Alexander Blackwell," he said. The name hung in the air like a dark cloud. He paused, his voice trembling slightly as he continued. "He's the one you should watch out for."

With that, Jefferson left the office. That same day, he packed his belongings, gathered his wife and children, and left the country, leaving Amelie to face whatever storm she had unwittingly stirred.

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