The Royal Academy of Montbert was a castle turned into a school. It smelled of old money, lavender polish, and snobbery.Alex walked through the stone courtyard, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He wasn't looking at the gothic architecture; he was optimizing his wrist-computer's code."Look who it is," a mocking voice sneered from near the fountain. "The Pizza Prince."A group of boys surrounded Alex. The leader was a tall, blonde boy with a cruel, entitled face. Julian Rothschild."My grandfather told me about your dad," Julian spat, blocking Alex’s path. "Your father stole my family's bank. You are American thieves. Trash with money.""Correction," Alex didn't stop walking, nor did he look up. "My father audited your grandfather. He went to prison for fraud and embezzlement. Statistically, you should be worried about inheriting genetic stupidity traits, not banks."The other kids gasped. Julian's face turned red."You little..." Julian grabbed Alex’s backpack strap and yanked h
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