In the video, they saw the two senior enforcers pinning Clara’s arms. They saw Jada reaching for Clara’s throat. It was clear who the aggressors were, but the Rossi parents didn't seem to care. Then, the footage reached the moment of the impact.Suddenly, the screen filled with a strange static. It looked like the air around Clara was on fire. A wave of energy rippled out from her body in a perfect circle.The audience in the office gasped. On the screen, Jada was lifted off her feet as if a giant, invisible hand had slapped her. She went flying backward, disappearing into the shadows. The two seniors were tossed like ragdolls.The force from the screen was enough to shatter bones.It was a surprise that they even survived.Then, the camera lens itself began to crack under the pressure of the energy. The last thing the footage showed before turning to pure white static was the gym lights exploding in a rain of glass, and Bianca being hurled against the far wall by a force that sh

The atmosphere in Bianca’s bedroom was reaching a boiling point. Bianca hated the fact that her father let Clara and her cronies go. Bianca was pacing her room. Chloe and Jada sat on the edge of the bed, looking equally disheveled and shaken. The memory of the gym, or the lack of it, was haunting them like a ghost they couldn't see. "I can't believe he let them go," Chloe whispered, her voice trembling. "Did you see that video? Jada literally flew across the room! People don't just fly, Bianca. It’s not normal." Jada hugged her knees to her chest, her face still pale. "What if... what if she has powers? Like, real ones?" The room went silent for a heartbeat. Then, Bianca stopped pacing and let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Powers? Are you serious, Jada? This isn't a comic book. This is real life." "Think about it, though," Jada insisted, her eyes wide. "I’ve heard stories. My grandmother used to talk about the old days about sacred bloodlines and ancient families with

Clara looked at them; most of them just wanted to be on Binacs's good side so they could get an opportunity to attend the event. Bianca leaned in, her voice dropping so only the three of them could hear. "Look, I’m trying to be the bigger person here. If you refuse, I’ll have to inform the Principal that we tried our best to resolve things peacefully with you, but you still insist on escalating the situation. Do you really want to go back to her office today?" Clara looked around the room. She saw the expectant faces of her classmates and the cold, calculated threat in Bianca’s eyes. She knew exactly what this was, it was a trap set in public where she couldn't say no without looking like the villain. Clara let out a long, heavy sigh. "Alright. Fine." Bianca’s face transformed instantly. A wide, triumphant grin broke through her mask of humility. She reached into her expensive leather bag and pulled out three of the gold-sealed envelopes. She handed them over to Clara,

He reached out a massive hand to grab Clara’s shoulder, intending to shove her back toward the cameras. But before his fingers could touch her, a sharp, melodic voice rang out from the top of the marble stairs. "Wait! What is this commotion?" Bianca, Jada, and Chloe were descending the grand staircase dressed in elegant gowns. Bianca was draped in shimmering sequins, her every move choreographed for the paparazzi. She paused midway down the stairs, looking down at the gate pretending to be shocked. The guard stepped back and bowed his head. "Miss Bianca. These three showed up without any gifts. I was removing them." Bianca let out a long, dramatic sigh that carried through the air, making sure the microphones of the nearby reporters caught every word. She walked down the final few steps and stopped behind the gold-trimmed rope, looking at Clara with fake sympathy. "Oh, Clara..." Bianca whispered, shaking her head as if she were deeply hurt. "I truly thought we were starting

Jada stepped up, her face twisted in a smug smirk. She reached into the gift registry and pulled out the items one by one, holding them up to the light. "Do you see this jade? Two million. This watch? One point five million.""That painting over there? Four million. And you're saying this piece of charcoal is worth more than all of them?""Come on, don't be delusional, Clara. We’ve already agreed to donate money to your family in need. Don't insult our generous offer with these lies."Suddenly, the screech of tires echoed across the stone driveway. A fleet of six black armored SUVs pulled to a sharp halt, the engines growling. The paparazzi scrambled out of the way as the doors opened. From the lead vehicle stepped a man whose presence commanded instant silence.It was Old Man Rossi. The founder of the empire was a legend in the business world, and a man who, in his younger years, had been the most feared geologist and mineral appraiser in the country. He leaned on a gold-headed can