Chapter 1791

Solomon, the new transfer from a top foreign school, had inherited the Osborne Group. In six hours, he'd become the talk of the town.

In Class 3-1, Lillian propped her pencil in her mouth, glaring at Solomon beside her.

"Did my parents send you to babysit me?" she asked.

Solomon, now 18, was a far cry from his kid self. Lillian hadn't seen him in two years.

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He looked intense, more like an adult than a student.

But Lillian could tell he was faking it. She wanted to call him out.

"You wish," Solomon said coolly. "My mom faked being sick to drag me back, just to dump the company on me."

"Huh? Doesn't that mess up my parents' job?"

"They have been hands-off for years."

"What? Then who's running it?"

Solomon turned his laptop toward her and tapped the screen. "Who do you think?"

Erica and Randy redefined raising kids to take care of them. Debra and Marion perfected the art of ditching responsibility.

When Solomon hit ten, Marion suddenly decided to teach him finance. Then he got shipped to the Nichols Group for a year-long crash course. After that, the Potter Group overhauled him.

Abroad, he had studied law with Liza. Then there was finance, economics, and management.

He had been forged in fire, way beyond normal limits. Yet his parents still griped that he wasn't as sunny as Randy in his youth.

In that kind of environment, he just could not open up.

"If you're so swamped, why crash my school?" Lillian asked, slurping milk through a straw. "Just buy a diploma. You've got it all down."

High school was child's play for him. She didn't get why he'd bother.

Solomon stared at her and deadpanned. "I'm messed up."

"Huh?" She blinked, then nodded. "Yeah, fair."

"Lillian, heads up," someone called out.

A basketball flew at her from the doorway. Solomon's brow twitched. In a flash, he raised his right hand and snagged it midair without even looking up.

The kid outside froze, spooked by the icy vibe Solomon threw his way.