Just like his father, Randy Stern, there was an unsettling lack of public information surrounding Donto Stern. To the outside world, Donto was a star; he was currently a prominent figure in the university’s sports department, having secured a prestigious soccer scholarship. Because of his athletic prowess, he was quite infamous, not just within the walls of June Stone University, but to a certain extent across the entire country as well.
On the surface, it appeared that the bulk of his income was generated through legitimate channels: lucrative sponsorships, high-end advertising campaigns, and even occasional modeling gigs. In many ways, he looked like a more successful, polished version of Chad. However, Max remembered the raw data he had seen in Dennis’s office.
Out of all the members of the younger generation of the Stern family, Donto was the only one who had successfully and consistently increased his income. The sheer amount of wealth he had added to his finances didn’t quite add up when compared to his known activities.
Sure, the boy was popular, but he wasn’t a global superstar. Even the top athletes in the world usually only hit the hundreds of millions unless they had decades of history or had launched a massive conglomerate using their fame as a springboard. Donto was only a sophomore. Something was fundamentally wrong with the math, and as they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Max was certain that if he could dig deep enough into Donto’s life, he would eventually find the trail leading back to Randy.
It wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, though. Even though they were now attending the same university, they were siloed in completely different departments. Max was athletic and talented in his own right, but he lacked the specialized training required to simply walk onto a national-level soccer team. Besides, he didn’t want to get too close to the fire just yet. If there was one advantage he held now, it was that time was on his side. With no wild gangs currently chasing him through the streets, he could afford to be patient and methodical.
"Boss!"
A sharp voice called out, slicing through Max’s deep thoughts. When he turned to his side, he noticed a strikingly pretty woman standing near the edge of the seating area. Looking at her, he had a nagging feeling that he had seen her before, but in the dim light of the campus at night, he couldn’t quite put his finger on her identity.
"Why didn’t you tell me you go here too?" she asked as she ran up to him, a wide smile on her face. Suddenly, it clicked in Max’s head.
"Wait... Aki? From Seaton Academy?"
"Did you forget about me already? We are still very much a part of the Billion Bloodline group," Aki said, sounding slightly offended but mostly playful. "My girls and I make posts all the time pushing the latest merch. We’re practically your biggest marketing arm!"
Aki had been the head of an all-girls school and a formidable force in her own right; she had even played a crucial role in the fight against the Clapton Alliance. Beyond that, she and her group of friends were the primary reason the Bloodline merchandise had sold so well that it was transitioning from simple gang colors into a legitimate, branded fashion icon. Because of this widespread popularity, it had actually become harder for rival gangs to just attack anyone they saw on the street, it was impossible to tell if a kid in a Bloodline hoodie was a soldier or just a fan of the brand.


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