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Seeing that he was teasing, she decided to do so himself.

“Even though I’m complicated? Even though being associated with me could complicate your mysterious career?”

“Diana. I’ve built my life around managing complications. I think I can handle things thrown at me fairly well,”

She stared at him for a long moment. “You really are dangerous, aren’t you?”

“Completely.”

“Good.” Her smile was radiant. “I was getting bored with safe.”

They finished their meal as the sun set, painting the canal gold and crimson. Other couples walked past—young and old, some with children, all absorbed in their own small worlds.

“This is nice,” Diana said. “Being anonymous. Just two people having dinner.”

“We could do it again.”

“When?”

“Whenever you want. I’ll make time.”

“Even with all your business complications and military obligations?”

“Especially then.” Noah stood. “Come on. There’s one more place I want to show you.”

They drove to the highest point in the city, where a small park overlooked Birmingham’s lights. The Lamborghini’s engine ticked as it cooled.

“It’s a good thinking spot,” Noah explained as they sat on a bench. “When you need to see the bigger picture. You should come here and sit down.”

“And what do you see?”

“Potential. Possibility. A city that’s reinventing itself.” He paused. “People who surprise me.”

“Do I surprise you?”

“You did indeed.”

“Noah?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you. For tonight. For seeing me instead of the title.”

“Thank you for trusting me with who you really are.”

…

After returning the princess to the hotel, Noah made the drive back to his mansion through empty midnight streets. The evening had been… unexpected. Genuine. For once, he’d allowed himself to exist without calculation, without agenda.

But as the mansion’s gates closed behind him, that brief respite ended.

The security system recognised his biometrics, welcoming him home with soft lighting that automatically adjusted to his presence.

Noah poured himself a glass of water and stood on the terrace, looking out over his domain. The pieces were aligning beautifully. Volkov and Lucas would complete Aurora within days. The military backing provided unprecedented protection and resources. And now Diana—a connection that opened doors to influence that would certainly help him with his next plans.

Time to accelerate.

His phone buzzed with overnight reports. The pharmaceutical restructuring had generated massive returns. The gold operations were expanding. An’s Gourmet was preparing its third location. Every business unit was exceeding projections.

But Noah had been playing it safe, operating in shadows while building foundations. With his current status as Major and his growing connections—Adam’s family treating him like an adopted son, Diana’s obvious interest, professors at Cambridge singing his praises—the time for careful maneuvering was ending.

The world isn’t won by those who wait.

He activated his AI assistant. “Sylvia, I want comprehensive marketing strategies for all products ready within forty-eight hours. Full campaign launches across three continents.”

“Understood, sir. Should I coordinate with your existing business managers?”

“Yes. And prepare acquisition targets. I want to know which companies would complement our current portfolio.”

The next few days blurred together in a symphony of calculated moves. Noah’s schedule became a masterpiece: lectures at Cambridge, progress meetings with Volkov, strategic calls with business partners and various other things.

At university, he maintained his prodigy persona while secretly orchestrating multimillion-dollar deals between classes. Professor Jensen had begun treating him like a teacher rather than a student. Jasmine and Lucas—though Lucas was now effectively working for him—still saw their brilliant study partner, unaware they were watching a future empire builder in action.

The pharmaceutical market crash had created perfect acquisition opportunities. Noah’s shell companies swooped in, purchasing distressed assets at fractions of their former value. Each purchase was calculated, strategic, and building toward vertical integration across multiple industries.

The gold shop expanded its luxury jewellery line. The tea house chain prepared to go international. Every business fed the others in an ecosystem of profit and influence.

And Aurora was ready.

Volkov had exceeded even Noah’s expectations, completing the quantum computing breakthrough ahead of schedule. The implications were staggering—processing power that would revolutionize everything from artificial intelligence to cryptocurrency mining.

Now comes the interesting part.

Noah stood in his mansion’s private office, screens displaying real-time financial data from around the globe. The numbers that flashed across his vision would have seemed impossible months ago.

Net worth: $156 million.

Liquid assets: $43 million.

The remainder is spread across business ownership, real estate, precious metals, and strategic investments positioned for maximum future growth.

All before his twentieth birthday.

His AI assistant materialised as a hologram. “Sir, your net worth has long crossed the hundred-million threshold. Congratulations.”

Noah’s expression didn’t change. One hundred million was significant, but it was a milestone, not a destination. From here on, his money would only continue growing at an expoentenial rate.

“Portfolio breakdown,” he commanded.

The hologram shifted, displaying detailed charts.

Diversified. Liquid. Ready for the next phase.

“And the Aurora patents?”

“Filed under seventeen different subsidiary names across twelve jurisdictions. Estimated value upon market introduction: A conservative estimate places it at five hundred million. Aggressive projections suggest two billion.”

Noah smiled. Conservative estimates meant nothing when you controlled the narrative.

His phone rang. Adam.

“Major, we need to discuss Aurora’s security implications.”

“Tomorrow. I’m announcing the civilian applications first.”

“Major Noah, the military applications—”

“Don’t worry, the military applications will remain classified. The public gets quantum computing for medical research and climate modelling. We keep the surveillance capabilities.”

“Understood. And the Russians?”

Noah walked to his window, watching the city sleep beneath him. “Let them come. I’m counting on it. Besides, no matter what they do. They will never be able to replicate this, at least for a couple of decades.”

After ending the call, Noah opened his laptop and began typing. The press release would go out tomorrow morning, coordinated across tech blogs, scientific journals, and major news outlets simultaneously.

Young Cambridge Student Revolutionises Quantum Computing

The angle was perfect—brilliant student making breakthrough discovery, working with reformed Russian scientist. The media would eat it alive. Every tech company would scramble to understand the implications. Stock markets would shift. Investment calls would flood in.

And behind it all, Major Noah Thompson would control every variable.

His reflection stared back from the dark window—nineteen years old, $127 million net worth, connections spanning from royalty to military intelligence, businesses operating across continents.

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