Chapter 1790

Most kids hit 18 full of starry-eyed dreams, cramming in libraries for college exams.

Solomon was different, already in charge of the Osborne Group. He juggled school with business, even transferring from a fancy overseas school to one in Seamar City.

On his first day, he rolled up with bodyguards. It got him hauled into the principal's office pronto.

His parents slinked in, looking guilty, not because they cared about appearances, but because they didn't want Solomon to catch them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Osborne," the homeroom teacher groaned, "we're not trying to nitpick. But Solomon's out of control, playing on his laptop in class, with two goons shadowing him. How are we supposed to teach?"

Erica flashed an awkward grin. "Well, Solomon hates computers. I who shoved it on him."

"Huh?" The teacher blinked, unsure she'd misheard.

Randy jumped in. "Well, you know, our family's got a big business. Someone's gotta take over. Solomon's been running the show. The school stuff? He mastered it ages ago. If it weren't for that diploma..." For original chapters go to find•novel.net

Erica nudged him. "Come on. Solomon's not just here for the paper. He wants the school vibe."

The teacher's jaw dropped, and Erica went on, "Anyway, he has been killing it overseas. They'd have handed him a degree without classes, but he is 18 now. We needed to sign the company over. So, we tricked him back."

She tugged her cap low. "There is nothing else, right? We told him we were hospitalized. If he found out we were heading to an island for vacation, he'd freak out and refuse to go along with it."

Solomon had been their toy as a kid. Now that he was grown, they regretted it. When it came to fearing their son, they were champs.

"Also," Randy chimed in, "those secretaries tailing him? Non-negotiable. Deals worth billions hinge on him. One slip, and next year's school funding's toast."

"Alright. We need to catch a flight, so we're heading out now," Erica concluded.

The teacher gaped as they bolted out the door, dodging anyone who might spot them.

"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Osborne?" the principal asked, storming in with the dean.

"They just left," the teacher mumbled, still dazed.

The principal panicked. "How could you let our biggest shareholder slip away? And who called them in?"