It wasn't until the next morning, when Peter sat on the bus to school, that he remembered the text Mary had sent him last night. He didn't answer the other party all night, which made him a little uneasy.

"Not bad, how's it going over there?"

After deleting and correcting it for a long time, he sent this concise and polite text message. And less than half a minute later, his phone buzzed again.

"Well, it doesn't feel good. I took a break from school for more than two months because of my parents, but now when I come back, I find that many classes are so difficult and I can't keep up. ”

For some reason, Peter wasn't very interested in chatting with his former 'friend'. As soon as he thought of her, Gwen's face came to his mind, making him feel uncomfortable for a while. But after a few minutes, he unconsciously picked up his phone.

It wouldn't be rude if you don't reply.

"Well, then you're going to have to come on."

It's still a polite and distanced answer. And this time, Mary's reply came again less than ten seconds later, as if she had been holding her phone and waiting for Peter's answer for a few minutes earlier.

"Of course, I don't want to fail college."

And before Peter could think about what to reply, Mary's next text message had already arrived.

"By the way, Peter, aren't your math and physics grades very good? Would you like to help me with tuition when you have time? ”

Peter felt a little confused. Even before she moved, she had never spoken to Peter in such an intimate tone. When the two were in the same school, they couldn't speak a few words a day, and they rarely used mobile phone text messages to communicate. What exactly does she want?

"Well, you can ask me if you have any questions." After a long time of wrangling, Peter agreed to Mary's request. After all, she is also her friend, and for friends, this level of help should be considered normal.

I guess so...

While Peter was still staring at his phone, a strong wind hit the back of his head. Peter subconsciously reached out to block it, easily grabbing the fist that was swinging towards his head.

Only then did he look back, but what caught his eyes was Thompson's face. At this time, he was holding back his face and trying to pull his fist back. Yet no matter how hard he tried, Peter's hands seemed to move like iron tongs.

"You... Let go! Thompson finally cried out, his knuckles aching as he struggled. Hearing his words, Peter simply tilted his head.

"Oh."

As simple as that, he let go of Thompson's hand. Thompson, who didn't react, took two steps back, rubbed his fist, and looked at Peter in disbelief. However, at this time, Peter had already turned his head and continued to hold his mobile phone tangled, as if he had completely forgotten Thompson's existence.

"You—" Thompson's face turned hideous, and he took another step forward. However, after remembering the loss he had just suffered, he hesitated a lot. After a while, he could only chop off his foot angrily, leaving a cruel word.

"Parker, I won't let you go!"

"Oh, okay." Peter waved his hand casually at him, as if to send Hanako. Thompson gritted his teeth, but still didn't have enough courage to turn away. And the other students on the bus who were trying not to laugh subconsciously turned their heads, hoping that they would not be targeted by this bully.

-----

Harry took a leave of absence.

This was the first news Peter heard when he came to the classroom. Almost forty minutes earlier, Harry's butler had called the school and informed them that Harry would not be able to come to school for the next few days due to family reasons.

Although Midtown High School is barely one of the many elite schools in New York City, it is only natural that they can please a behemoth like the Osborne Group. The head teacher not only agreed to this 'small' request, but also patted his chest to ensure that Harry could take as long as he wanted, and that it would not affect his credits.

Peter, who was sitting in his seat, immediately took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Harry to see if there was anything wrong with him. However, after waiting for almost half an hour, Harry still did not reply to his text messages, and Mary sent him a lot of texts during this time.

Let's hope he's okay.

Peter ignored Mary's message and pressed his worries back into his heart. He was also well aware of Harry's father's current situation, and Peter only hoped that his friend wouldn't be under too much pressure because of it.

-----

Harry's current pressure is even greater than Peter could have imagined.

He was in the largest conference room in the Osborne Building, sitting next to his father. In front of him are all the other important shareholders and top management of the Osborne Group.

And before the meeting could begin, there were objections to his existence.

"Mr. Osborne." An Indian in a suit spoke first. "While I understand that the Osborne Group used to be a family business, I also understand that you want him to learn more. But isn't it right for your son to appear on such an important occasion at this time? ”

In the face of the other party's provocation, Norman sat on the chair. Osborne threw the other party's words back unhurriedly: "Mr. Laveti, I don't understand what you mean. Can you explain this more clearly? ”

The Indian-born merchant named Raveti didn't seem to expect Norman to answer like this, and was visibly choked. After a few moments, he spoke again in annoyance.

"This is the quarterly meeting of the Osborne Group, which is only accessible to shareholders with a controlling stake of more than 3% and managers above the director level! It is disrespectful to all the other people here to bring in your son, a person who has nothing to do with the decision-making of the company, to bring in your son like this! ”

After saying all his words in one breath, the Indian businessman returned to his seat, and a smug smile flashed across his face. He was very confident that he had just taken Norman. Osborne's First Army. After all, his controlling stake has reached 12%, making him the second largest shareholder in the Osborne Group after Norman. And the first to break the rules is the other party, and other shareholders should also stand by their side.

I have also heard about the other party's physical condition. There is no doubt that Norman would pass on his shares to his son after his death. But if this half-sized boy who has never seen the market retreats on this occasion, there is no doubt that his influence and voice in the company's decision-making will be much smaller in the future.

However, to his surprise, Norman laughed instead of being angry. To his surprise, Norman didn't speak. Instead, it was Harry, the lad he simply looked down upon, who stood up.

"Mr. Lavetti, it seems that you are the one who disrespects all of you here." Harry said unhurriedly. "I made sure yesterday that everybody received the outline of this meeting, and it's clear that you didn't look at it. Attending the company's quarterly meeting so hastily, it seems that you didn't pay attention to this matter, right? ”

Well!?

A drop of cold sweat suddenly ran down Laveti's forehead. Of course, he didn't read through the report, which was more than twenty pages long, word for word. A person like him, who is worth hundreds of millions, has to deal with countless things every minute and every second, and naturally these tedious things are transferred to his secretary.

"You... What do you mean!? He retorted sharply, but everyone present could see that he was weak. At this moment, Norman, who had not spoken just now, motioned for Harry to sit down again. The other person next to Laveti also lightly touched his shoulder, and adjusted his laptop slightly to the angle. Shown above is the outline of the meeting.

His eyes scanned quickly, and he found the information he needed at the bottom of the page.

"Norman. Osborne transferred half of his shares to his son, Harry. Under Osborne's name. ”