This World Can't Handle A Cultivating Bad-boy.

Chapter 60: Ch 60: Eighteen.

About a week later.The sun had risen, the birds were chirping and most people in suits and actually jobs had woken up, got dressed and headed out.

Unlike Aegon. With his curtains closed, his room unkempt he laid sprawled on the bed, ruffling the sink sheets beneath him.

Even as the alarm next to his bed threatened to break his oasis, he grabbed the rectangle and hurled it across the room.

~Knock. Knock. Knock.~

Someone was at his bedroom door.

"Who is it?" He said without tearing his face from the sheets. "Come in."

The door creaked open as one of the maids sauntered into the room. She paid Aegon no attention like this was his regular morning routine.

Reaching the drapes, she shifted them both aside letting the morning sunlight bathe the room in its golden hue.

"Is this your plan—" she placed her hands at her waist and began to nag. "—to stay here like a caveman on your birthday?"

His eyes instantly shot open. "Birthday?" He mustered up enough energy to sit up. "You remembered?"

Diane was a curly silver haired, grey eyed girl. Just a couple years older than him yet younger than all the other maids.

Ever since getting back they’d been acquitted and were turning into good friends.

’How long have I been here? How’s he eighteen already? When’s even my actual birthday?’

She tilted back slightly, shocked by his questions. "Am I not supposed to remember the young master’s birthday?" She gave a light bow.

"Cut the shit, Diane." He waved her off, knowing she wasn’t an orthodox maid. "Are my parents home?"

"Nope. Haven’t seen your dad in months and your stepmother has been out a lot lately." She said with a straight face. "And look at you? You look like a hippie."

She wasn’t wrong. After months in the trial and now about two weeks at home, his hair had grown rather untamed, now ending at about his shoulders.

He ignored her. Sunk back into the sheets and covered his eyes with his hands.

She pointed at the opposite wall. "Your murder wall is getting bigger."

He turned to his wall. He’d taken quite an interest in finding the mercenary group evident by the crime board on his wall.

Pushing off the bed. He walked to it. Pictures of the most obvious suspects.

Mira. She made a rather incriminating phone call the day of Claire’s party and she was MIA all day when they returned.

Micheal. You’d seen the way his dad treated him and now that the novel was on its head he couldn’t leave him out.

Followed by most of the teachers. Reasons unknown however they also knew the students would be coming back that very same day.

Then, Quinn. He didn’t want to believe it but Quinn was still supposed to be a villain in this novel. So he couldn’t afford to leave her out.

Diane walked up to him. "You know this is stalker behaviour, right?"

He shook his head and smirked. She always knew how to brighten his mood.

"Also, this came for you." She brought out a letter from her pocket. "It’s from the academy."

He took it. She was right, evident from the Aetherion stamp that sealed it closed.

He opened it and read.work in and out and I know it’ll take more than us to pull this off."

He exhaled, feeling defeated. "Fine, guess I’ll make some calls."