Chapter 310: The Blackwood Legacy Continues

Classic's POV

Final year.

Classic Blackwood stood at the entrance of Blackwood Academy, the prestigious private institution built under his father's influence. The sun cast a golden hue over the modern glass buildings, reflecting the power that ran through this place.

Students moved around him—some stealing cautious glances, others making way without hesitation. His reputation spoke before he did.

The heir.

He had spent years in this school, but now? Now, it was his final year.

The last stage before stepping into the world Chris Blackwood had built for him.

But as Classic adjusted the cuffs of his custom-tailored uniform, something else caught his attention.

A small figure walked beside him, protected by four personal guards.

Christiana Blackwood.

His little sister.

She had just started her first year, and though she was still young, the weight of her last name already hung over her like a shadow.

Classic glanced at her. She didn't look nervous.

She walked with a quiet confidence, her uniform pristine, her sharp blue eyes scanning her surroundings as if assessing everything.

Just like their father.

A small smirk tugged at Classic's lips.

"Nervous?" he asked, just to test her reaction.

Christiana tilted her head slightly, then gave him a look.

"Should I be?"

Classic chuckled. She had the Blackwood attitude, no doubt.

"Not if you know how to handle yourself."

She nodded, as if filing that information away.

The guards stayed close, watching every movement around her. Classic knew Chris had assigned them personally. His father didn't take chances—especially not with her.

The students around them whispered as they passed.

Blackwood blood was rare.

And now, two of them were in the same place.

The world might have seen this as just another school day.

But this was something bigger.

The next generation of Blackwoods had fully arrived.