The Journey begins

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Chris couldn't help but feel elated upon hearing that he would be attending Harvard University. Last night, Leonard had informed him of this exciting news.

Chris hastily packed a small bag with the clothes and essentials he'd need at the university.

The helicopter's engines roared to life, and its blades started spinning as it lifted off from Kaspery Island.

Chris gazed out the window, taking a final look at the Andanch family's island. He knew he would miss his newfound family.

"Are you already missing home?" a melodious voice broke the silence. Chris turned to see a beautiful woman sitting in the seat next to him.

"Who are you?" Chris inquired politely, caught off guard.

"I'm Jessica, your personal secretary. I'll be your constant companion, providing assistance wherever and whenever you need it."

"What kind of assistance?" Chris asked, a bit surprised.

"Any assistance you require, sir," Jessica replied. Chris couldn't help but think she resembled Betty, Leonard's personal assistant.

Having someone accompany him everywhere felt awkward, as it might give people the wrong impression.

"Will you be in my classes or follow me around on campus?" Chris inquired.

"Yes, sir. It's my job to provide constant assistance," Jessica responded.

"That sounds a bit overwhelming," Chris said with a smile. "Don't accompany me everywhere.

"Sir, please, I can't do what you're saying. It's an order; follow what I say," Chris sternly remarked.

Jessica quickly replied, "I'm sorry for the challenge, sir. It came across a bit harsh. But don't worry; I won't follow you everywhere you go. Yes, sir."

Jessica nodded. "Understood, sir. And you can just call me Chris, no need for 'sir.'"

As the helicopter landed at the base, Chris marveled at the luxury. Rows of Range Rover cars awaited them.

A guard opened the door, allowing Chris and Jessica to step out. Chris was awed by the opulence of the vehicle's interior as they departed. Jessica removed a small golden and black box.

"What's that?" Chris inquired, curiosity piqued.

"It's a credit card for you," Jessica explained as she opened the box. "But not just any card.

It's a Royal credit card, reserved for people of your stature. The minimum balance for access is $40 million."

Chris was flabbergasted. "So, you're saying I'll be carrying $40 million with me every day?"

Jessica corrected him with a smile, "Actually, it's $100 million, and we can reload it whenever you run low."

Chris couldn't believe it. Walking around with $100 million on a credit card was like living in a dream.

"We're heading to a mall to shop for some new clothes before we reach the university," Jessica informed him.

Chris glanced at his attire. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"It's a bit outdated and doesn't reflect your status," Jessica explained. Chris understood but couldn't help thinking about his past and the struggles he had endured.

"Is it true you were almost driven to suicide due to not having any parents?" Jessica asked gently.

Chris sighed, "Yes, that was during my time at the orphanage."

Chris continued, "Why do you ask?"

"Are you curious about my past," Chris asked. "But don't worry, I've moved on."

As they arrived at Harvard University's campus, the fleet of Range Rover cars smoothly drove through the main entrance, their sleek exteriors reflecting the sunlight.

These luxury vehicles made an impressive sight as they made their way toward the administration building.

As the Range Rovers advanced, curious students and onlookers couldn't help but pause to watch.

Some students, sitting on nearby benches or walking between classes, turned their heads in fascination.

People whispered to each other, wondering who the occupants of these high-end cars might be and what had brought them to the university's administrative offices.

Chris and Jessica made their way to the administration building. Chris felt a mix of shyness and nervousness, not knowing what to expect. Guards accompanied them, ensuring their safety.

As they reached the reception area, a long line of people awaited their turn. Chris took a seat at the end of the line. However, Jessica confidently approached the receptionist, who seemed a bit nervous.

"What can I help you with?" the receptionist asked.

Jessica produced a VIP registration receipt. The receptionist's eyes lit up at the sight of it. VIP registration allowed them to bypass the long queue, though it came at a cost of $8,000.

The receptionist quickly registered Chris and input his information into the computer.

Chris moved forward to the receptionist where Jessica was standing. "Are you done?" Chris asked. "Just a second, sir," the receptionist answered politely.

After a brief moment, the receptionist handed Chris his student identity card along with his class schedule and timetable. Chris was brimming with excitement about being a student.

"I almost forgot, you've been registered for room 222," the receptionist informed him.

"No need for that. I've purchased a house at Green Valley Estate," Jessica responded.

The receptionist's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Owning a house, let alone a mansion, in the prestigious Green Valley Estate was a privilege reserved for the wealthy elite.

"What?" Chris said, "I want to live in the registered room with my dorm mates."

"But, sir, I mean Chris, who will do your laundry? Who will cook for you? You need someone to look after you," Jessica insisted.

"I'm not a kid, Jessica. I can take care of myself, and I want to socialize, meet people, and understand how life works.

I'll call you if I need assistance, or you can come by anytime, so don't worry," Chris reassured her.

"Okay, take care of yourself," Jessica said, her concern evident. They walked outside the administration hall, accompanied by guards.

Jessica and the guards got into the Range Rover cars, which then drove away, leaving Chris behind to embark on his new journey. 

Now, it's just him. Chris took his small luggage and walked to his dorm. It didn't take long before he reached his room, and he took out the dorm registration papers.

Alone in front of room number 222, Chris took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal a slender and strikingly handsome young man with fair, flawless skin.

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, seemed to reflect his moods, while his lustrous brown hair fell gracefully.

Chris was momentarily lost in his thoughts, captivated by the newcomer's natural scent, which carried hints of fresh pine forests, citrus, and a touch of lavender.

He quickly snapped back to reality when the young man spoke, asking what had brought Chris here.

"I'm the new roommate who will be sleeping here," Chris replied, handing over the dorm registration papers.

"Wow, that's great," the guy said, opening the door wider. "By the way, my name is Kingsley."

"I'm Chris," he replied, hesitating for a moment. Kingsley's puzzled expression prompted him to continue, Chris didn't want to reveal where he came from or his background, so he decided to keep a low profile and introduced himself as Chris Wilson.

As Chris cautiously entered the shared dorm room, he couldn't help but notice that it was his new roommate, James Carter, who had made the space appear disorganized.

James, the epitome of a laid-back and cool college student, was sprawled out on his bed. Earphones secured in his ears, he seemed lost in the world of music during a well-deserved nap.

The bed resembled a haphazard throne, adorned with an assortment of clothes, open textbooks, and half-empty snack wrappers, yet somehow, it exuded an effortless charm.

Textbooks were stacked precariously on his desk, and a tangled mess of charging cables snaked from the outlets to his assortment of electronic gadgets.

Posters of his favorite bands and artists adorned the walls, hanging in a casual, 'cool guy' arrangement.

As Chris settled in, he couldn't help but wonder how living with James would shape his own college experience