Sophia confirmed my guess.

With how influential the Whites were, it was likely that she would be awarded an advantageous installment plan following a simple visit to the bank. After all, she was the eldest daughter of the Whites' butler. There was no need for any concern. "Good. Work hard in the future. Don't run around with such horrible people."

Before I left, she said, "Mr. White, there's something I need to tell you. Joshua managed to score himself a wealthy woman, so now he's rich once more. A few days ago, he tried to get back together with me. I ignored him. However, I heard that he plans to go back to school after a while."

"Oh?"

How could he still be planning to return? This came as a surprise to me. After all, his reputation was even worse than mine.

"Got it. Thanks for the heads up."

"One last thing, Mr. White. Mr. Otis heard that you'd used the guards in Welsington and were bullied. He's furious. He's on his way here now and will probably arrive soon."

"Otis?"

He was my cousin, a freshman in high school. That kid was the devil incarnate. When he was displeased, he would make it everyone's business. If he did come, the whole school would probably be burnt to the ground sooner rather than later.

I called him quickly. He promptly picked up and greeted, "William?"

"Otis, I'm fine. You don't have to come over."

He didn't believe me. "You sent Quintus to get the job done. What do you mean you're fine?"

Quintus Rickman was the man who'd acted in my name at the restaurant earlier. My uncle, Pierce White, had brought Quintus in from abroad. Quintus had been an underground boxer and was famous within the ranks of the assassins. We wouldn't command him unless there were a special occasion.

In the restaurant, I had been enraged by Elaine and Frankie, which was why I asked for him. In hindsight, it might've been an overreaction.

"I'm fine. It was a spur-in-the-moment action. I asked him to deal with a local gang and a stupid woman. I've settled it. Be a good kid and go to school. Stop running around."

Ever since Pierce bought Otis a personal jet, the latter would fly around the country as he pleased, like a kid with a toy plane. It's just that while people would control the toy from the ground with a remote control, he flew the plane around himself.

"Fine. I had wanted to use this as an opportunity to take a stroll around Welsington. Since you're so adamant about not letting me go, I'll turn around now. Do reach out to me if you need anything. I'm much better at this than you!"

"I got it, I got it."

I nearly chuckled. What did the kid know? What a daring statement, boasting that he was better at this than me.

I had just hung up when another call came through. Then, my family called me several times consecutively out of concern for me. It looked like my use of Quintus had caused waves, so I had no choice but to explain myself to them.

However, I still kept the affairs about school from them. I felt that it was nothing. If I couldn't even handle that and needed my family to do so for my sake, I might as well be utterly useless.

I'd even received a call from Mom. She heard I'd gotten wounded and was extremely concerned.

"I've told you before—going without a bodyguard won't do. You never listen. I'll get you one whether you like it or not."