The city did not ignore them. In fact, it couldn’t even if it tried.As the massive, hyper car black convoy moved through the busy morning streets of Miami, something very strange started happening to the normal flow of the city.Traffic didn’t just slow down to look, it actually shifted. Drivers drifted slightly out of their lanes without even realizing they were doing it, their eyes glued to the sleek machines.Pedestrians stopped dead in their tracks on the sidewalks. Normal conversations were cut off halfway through sentences as people simply pointed.Heads turned as the cars approached. Necks craned as they passed. And eyes stayed locked on the rear bumpers until the vehicles disappeared around corners.The Bugatti glided through the streets like the royalty it was.Meanwhile, Rose's custom gold McLaren had already swerved off earlier in the drive, disappearing into the towering skyscrapers of the business district. She was heading straight back to her corporate world.But Anna's

The courtyard was locked in a state of absolute, deafening silence. Every single eye was glued to the Chancellor, who was still slightly bowed in a show of total submission. And standing there, looking completely unbothered by the weight of the moment, was Robert.Edward’s mind was racing, trying to make sense of the visual data. Why is one of the most powerful men in this school bowing to a student?Whispers began to spread like wildfire through the hundreds of watching students. The confusion was reaching a boiling point. Then, a voice cut through the noise— cold, sharp, and entirely unafraid.“...This is absolute nonsense.”The crowd parted instinctively, like they were clearing a path for a predator. A young man stepped forward. He didn’t rush, and he didn’t hesitate. He walked with a heavy, rhythmic stride that signaled the space already belonged to him. Students nearby lowered their voices without even realizing they were doing it, some even took a step back to stay out of his

The students in the courtyard didn't snap back to the reality of high society drama or campus gossip. Something had shifted.“...Graham...”“...Did he seriously just say— Graham?”The whispers were no longer sharp or judgmental. They were hushed, careful, and measured— the sound of people realizing they had been throwing stones at a mountain.Phones that had been held high just moments ago to capture Robert’s humiliation were slowly, awkwardly lowered. Not because the show was over— if anything, it had just become the biggest story in the country— but because recording suddenly felt like a liability. It didn’t feel safe to have digital proof that you were standing there when a Graham was being insulted.Students took unconscious steps backward. They weren't running, but they were creating distance, as if physical space could act as a shield against the fallout of what they had just stumbled into.Chloe stood frozen in the center of the clearing. Her lips were parted, her eyes dartin

The sirens started as a pulse— distant, thin, almost easy to ignore under the quiet chaos of the restaurant. Then the frequency sharpened. It climbed the walls and pressed against the glass, forcing everyone inside to realize that whatever had just happened wasn't staying behind closed doors anymore.The doors of the restaurant swung open.Heavy tactical boots thudded against the floor. Not a pair. A full team.Their presence alone shifted the gravity in the room. The whispers that had been frantic a second ago suddenly dipped. They became careful, measured— the sound of people choosing which side of history they wanted to stand on.The officers took in the scene with slow, professional eyes.Broken glass.A shattered table.Four bodies on the ground, groaning in patterns that suggested they wouldn't be moving anytime soon.And at the center of the wreckage— Robert.He stood there like the mess didn't belong to him. No panic. No rush to explain. Just a terrifying, absolute calm.One o

Anna was still staring at her phone screen, waiting for it to change or show her that she had made a mistake."That's never happened before," she said.Her voice felt a lot heavier than usual. Avery didn't say anything back. Instead, she reached into her pocket and grabbed her own phone."Let me try," Avery said. Her voice sounded steady, but her hands were shaking just a little bit.She dialed the number. The phone rang once. Then, the call disconnected. There was no busy signal, no voicemail, and no weird noise. It was just dead silence.Avery pulled the phone away and looked at the top of the screen. She had a full signal. She tried to call again, but it was the same thing. The call didn't even fail, it was like the number didn't exist in the first place.She slowly lowered her hand. "No way."Anna didn't make a joke this time. She didn't have anything smart to say. For the first time, she looked like she was actually worried.Avery tried one more thing. She scrolled through her co