Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 90: Alumni?

In the tallest skyscraper of Summer City, the heart of the bustling metropolis, the offices of Nexus Group thrummed with energy.

Employees hurried back and forth, papers in hand, phones pressed to ears, conversations blending into a low symphony of business.

Each floor was a hive of activity, driven by deadlines, ambitions, and new projects.

At the very top, in an office that commanded a panoramic view of the city below, Sebastian Harper sat alone.

The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him stretched endlessly, offering a serene backdrop of glass towers, winding roads, and a sky streaked with late-afternoon gold.

The view was magnificent, yet it paled beside the man seated at the large mahogany desk, radiating a dignified air as he worked.

His pen glided across documents with precision. His sharp eyes scanned every line without missing a detail.

Every movement was controlled, deliberate—like a king overseeing his empire from the clouds.

But the quiet rhythm was abruptly broken by a knock at the door.

"Come in," Sebastian said without looking up.

Liam stepped inside, hesitating briefly before speaking. "Mr. Harper... it seems that Ms. Smith has encountered some... issues."

At the mention of Aurora’s name, Sebastian finally lifted his gaze, a flicker of interest passing through his otherwise stoic expression.

Earlier that day, after hearing of Aurora’s kidnapping, Sebastian had instructed Liam to keep a close watch over her.

"Inform me immediately if anything happens," he had ordered, his voice leaving no room for questions.

And now here they were.

Liam hesitated again, surprised at how seriously his aloof boss was taking this matter. He couldn’t understand it.

Sebastian Harper—cold, untouchable, and utterly indifferent to women—was concerned about Aurora Smith?

Since when did a man who never even spared a glance at socialites or heiresses suddenly care about Aurora?

Liam’s mind raced, absurd ideas flashing through. Did Mr. Harper hit his head? Is he feeling unwell?

Or—no, it can’t be—could it be that... he’s interested in her? Liam almost laughed at the thought. "No way," he whispered under his breath. "That’s impossible."

Sebastian Harper and romance were words that didn’t belong in the same sentence. The man was practically a monk.

His life was work, power, and silence. Women to him were distractions—trivial, fleeting. How could this one ordinary girl be an exception?

Still, impossible or not, Liam knew better than to question orders. He had dutifully kept an eye on Aurora, reporting every move. But what he discovered today left even him speechless.

"I don’t understand it, sir," Liam said, his brow furrowed. "Dr. Elena—the renowned Dr. Elena, who holds two PhDs, who’s praised as a miracle worker, who they say can revive the dead—she went to a high school today... to take an exam that qualifies her for the SATs."

Sebastian’s pen stilled over the paper. His eyes narrowed.

"That’s not all," Liam continued, his voice growing uneasy. "The school’s forum... it’s full of posts mocking her. Calling her dumb. A failure. They’re... ridiculing her."

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. His expression was unreadable, yet a shadow passed over his face, dark and ominous.

Liam swallowed hard, unnerved by the silence. He had never feared his boss before, but something about Sebastian’s stillness—so controlled it was terrifying—made his skin crawl.

"Is God playing some kind of joke on us?"

Liam muttered under his breath, unable to process how the world’s most brilliant doctor could be humiliated by high schoolers who didn’t know a fraction of her worth.

Sebastian’s voice, low and cold, finally broke the silence. "Take everything down."

Liam blinked. "Sir?"

"Every post. Every picture. Every comment. I want them erased." Sebastian’s gaze sharpened, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. "Issue legal notices to every person involved.

Every student, every staff member, every platform hosting it. I want an apology from each and every one of them." freёweɓnovel.com

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Liam felt the chill seep into his bones. Sebastian’s words weren’t loud, but they carried a weight that could crush mountains.

"Yes, sir," Liam said quickly, already backing away to make the calls.

But before he could leave, Sebastian stood.

"Prepare the car," Sebastian ordered. "We’re going to Summer High School."

Liam froze. "You’re... personally going?"

Sebastian gave him a look that brooked no argument. "Now."

Liam was stunned. His boss—Sebastian Harper himself—was going to a high school?

For Aurora? What was happening? He’d never seen Sebastian step away from his empire for anyone. Never once seen him move for personal matters.

It hit him then. She must mean something to him.

Liam’s mind reeled. Aurora Smith... who are you, really, to make a man like Sebastian Harper move mountains for you?

Outside, the car was readied in minutes. Sebastian descended from his towering office like a storm wrapped in silence.

Liam followed, still shaken by the rare sight of his boss abandoning the throne room of his skyscraper.

Few knew the deeper connection Sebastian held to Summer High School. Fewer still knew that he was one of its most legendary alumni.

Long ago, he had walked those same halls, fought his own battles there. In his rise to power, he had quietly donated countless buildings—science labs, art studios, entire wings of the school—each under the guise of goodwill.

But the real reason wasn’t just about giving back.

It was for Jenny.

Jenny, who had been so little back then, was fighting for her life, caught in a battle between life and death as the illness slowly drained the brightness from her once-sparkling eyes.

Day by day, she grew weaker, her dreams slipping further from her grasp.

Every building Sebastian funded, every donation he made, every scholarship he established at Summer High School quietly bore her name in hidden inscriptions—a tribute to the sister who once dreamed of painting murals on those very walls, of conducting experiments in those shining labs, of standing proudly on those stages beneath the spotlight.

Even though Jenny could no longer walk those halls, Sebastian had built them for her, piece by piece, as if trying to keep her dreams alive through every brick and beam.

Jenny couldn’t walk those halls anymore. So Sebastian built them for her, brick by brick, hope by hope, as if trying to give her a piece of that dream she couldn’t reach.

As the car sped through the bustling streets, Sebastian stared out the window, his expression carved from granite. Somewhere beneath that cold exterior, something stirred—a feeling he hadn’t allowed in years. A need to protect.