Savage Reborn: Dumped Him to Marry the Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 117

The Hale Private Jet (G-7000 "The Kestrel").30,000 Feet Above Neo-Veridia.A salted peanut flew across the cabin in a perfect arc.It bounced off the forehead of Leo Hale."Missed the mouth," Lyra Hale critiqued, not looking up from her holographic tablet. "Your trajectory was off by three degrees. Amateur."Leo caught the peanut on the rebound and popped it into his mouth. He grinned. He was twenty years old, with his father’s dark hair and a smile that had already broken a dozen hearts in the debutante circuit."I wasn't aiming for your mouth, Lyra. I was testing your reflexes. You flinched.""I did not flinch," Lyra countered, swiping away a complex 3D model of a fusion engine. She had her mother’s mismatched eyes—one blue, one green—and a resting expression that suggested she was calculating the structural integrity of everyone in the room. "I optimized my position to minimize impact.""You flinched," Leo insisted. He reclined in the white leather seat, putting his feet up on the

Veridia University. The Main Library.Thursday. 3:00 PM.Leo Smith sat three tables away from the target, twirling a stick of charcoal between his fingers.Sarah Kensington. Junior. Vice President of The Gilded. Major in Art History (which she was failing, according to Lyra’s hack).She was sitting in a pool of sunlight, looking tragic and bored. She was wearing a cashmere sweater that cost more than Leo’s entire fake budget for the semester. She flipped the page of a textbook with a sigh that was clearly meant to be heard.Showtime, Leo thought.He flipped his sketchbook open. He wasn't actually an artist—his stick figures were embarrassing—but he had inherited his mother’s eye for detail and his father’s steady hand.He didn't draw her face. He drew her posture. The arch of her neck. The boredom radiating off her. He sketched quickly, aggressively, smudging the charcoal with his thumb to create shadows.He stood up. He walked over.He didn't approach from the front. He approached fr

Dormitory B ("The Bunker"). Room 104.Friday. 8:00 PM.The chessboard sat on the mini-fridge.Leo was lying on the top bunk, staring at the water stains on the ceiling. Lyra was at her desk, calibrating the sensitivity of her hacked surveillance network."Knight to E5," Leo said lazily, without looking at the board.Lyra didn't look either. "Bishop takes Knight. Check.""Rook to... wait."Lyra’s fingers froze on her keyboard.She tapped a key. The screen split into four distinct feeds, showing the hallway outside their room from different angles—cameras she had installed inside the smoke detectors three days ago."Game paused," Lyra said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Pawns incoming."Leo swung his legs over the side of the bunk. He landed silently on the linoleum floor."Who is it?""Chadwick’s goons," Lyra reported, watching the grainy black-and-white feed. "Brad and Travis. They’re moving fast. And they’re holding a package."On the screen, two lacrosse players in hoodies looke

Veridia University. The Great Hall.Monday. 11:00 AM.The Great Hall buzzed like a hive of kicked hornets.Two thousand students were crammed into the gothic auditorium. Rumors were flying faster than data packets on a fiber line."I heard the Dean was arrested by the FBI.""I heard the university went bankrupt.""I heard we got bought by a foreign conglomerate."In the front row, the remaining members of The Gilded sat in a tight, anxious cluster. Chadwick Vance, out on bail pending his hearing, sat in the center. He looked pale, dark circles under his eyes, his usually perfect hair disheveled."It doesn't matter who bought the school," Chadwick insisted, his voice trembling slightly. "My father is a Senator. Whoever the new owners are, they'll need his political clout. We're safe.""Are we?" Sarah Kensington whispered. She was pale, too. "Chadwick, the Dean vanished. His office was cleared out in twenty minutes. This isn't normal."At the back of the hall, leaning against a stone pi