The Billionaire's Son

"Hey, what's going on? Why do you look so gloomy?" Hera Adnan asked as she had just seen her grandson come home from college with a languid face. Vesa Araya still looked down and did not answer his grandmother's question. "Vesa Araya, I am talking to you. Can't you hear me?" Vesa who was walking and was about to climb the stairs stopped and turned around. He already understood that every time his grandmother called his full name like it meant that his grandmother was getting impatient. The young man who was about to turn twenty years old looked at his aged grandmother but the lines of beauty were still on his face. "What should I say, Grandma?" Vesa said lazily. Hera sighed softly and then spoke, "What happened at your campus again? Do you have problems with your friends?" Vesa replied, "When have I not had problems with them? You know it very well, they bully me almost every day. And they said I didn't deserve to study at the University of Greenwich. I'm too poor and a lo

Vesa Araya had almost no friends on campus. That's because most of his classmates were people who were quite respected and at least had a higher social class than him. Vesa's friend was from another faculty and of course not invited to Derrick's birthday party. Vesa was used to being ignored by his friends so he just walked alone and took a glass of what he thought was a lychee-flavoured drink. The owner of the event didn't serve alcohol because at the party, not only friends from college but also several children who were most likely relatives of the Whites attended. Vesa took a sip of the lychee-flavoured drink and was stunned when his tongue loved the drink so much. He just drank it down until he heard someone spit, "You've never had a drink like this, have you?" It was Alea's voice, the girl who apparently still didn't want to let go. The girl's gaze looked down on him but Vesa didn't do anything and instead remained silent. Alea, who didn't like being ignored, immediatel

"So what's wrong with that? Aren't we in the same class? That means we're all friends, right?" Derrick said casually. Alea was shocked. She kept her mouth shut, not knowing how to comment on Derrick's words. Alea couldn't possibly dare to argue with Derrick because Derrick's social status was the same as her. She didn't want to get into trouble with the young man because she didn't want the big name of her family to be dragged into it. Therefore Alea could only stomp her feet in annoyance before stepping away from the area. Derrick heaved a sigh of relief after the girl was finally out of sight. The man with blonde hair turned to Vesa, "Vesa, I'll take you home. I'll call the repair shop person to take care of your car. When it's done, it will be delivered directly to your house." Vesa was surprised because this he thought was very strange. It was a rare thing for Derrick White to want to talk to him, because the son from a rich family almost never wanted to talk to people from

Vesa had let Sebastian go and the man had disappeared from their sight. At this moment some of Vesa's classmates were looking at him with strange looks that Vesa didn't understand. Vesa turned around to face Derrick. He exhaled slowly. He's finished now. He had just wanted to make a good impression on Derrick by fighting Sebastian but it seemed the opposite had happened. He had given Derrick and his friends a bad impression of him being out of control. "I'm fine," Vesa said. The man lowered his head slightly. He thought he would lose a friend who wasn't even officially his friend yet. "That's good then. Do you want to go to the cafeteria first? You seem to need a drink," Derrick said. "Huh!?" Vesa raised his head in surprise. Uh, did he hear wrong, didn't he? Derrick White took him to the cafeteria? Vesa thought in confused. "Why are you still silent? Let's go to the cafeteria first!" Derrick invited him again. Derrick who saw Vesa still silent like an idiot then drag

Vesa Araya had actually sent those two useless creatures to the boss who had ordered them. They rang the Wrights' doorbell with trembling hands and immediately got an answer from the security guard in charge of the house. "Good morning, I'd like to drop off a package for Young Master Wright," said the nervously speaking blonde. "Oh, okay. Just a minute, I'll open it," said the security guard. "I'm sorry, but Young Master Wright must take this package himself," the black haired man continued as he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He occasionally looked back and immediately cursed in his heart because the poor man was still standing nearby, watching them with his cold gaze. "Wait a minute! Who is the sender of this package?" the security guard asked suspiciously and he still hadn't opened the door for the people who delivered the package. "Oh, this is from Mr White, I mean Young Master White, Young Master Wright's best friend," the blonde one replied. The security