Inside her fancy penthouse apartment, Vivienne moved back and forth. It was three o’clock in the morning, but sleep was completely out of the question. She stopped by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the quiet streetlamps. Her right hand still hurt from the joint-lock Adam used hours ago. She massaged her wrist, her mind replaying the events at The Seven Club over and over.There had been no customers in the back section, and the senior bartender was paid enough to keep his mouth shut about the private affairs of the club’s wealthy patrons. However, Vivienne knew the club had security cameras. The legal exposure was a genuine threat. If Adam forwarded those to Dr. Kade, or if Maribel went to the university board with her bruised wrist, her dad would lose his seat on the medical committee.She needed to flip the narrative entirely before Adam could use the data. She was not afraid of Maribel, but she understood how the university bureaucracy operated under public pressure.

Adam now had clear proof of three things: physical attack, threats, and fake evidence made to trick a school board. He saved the file to his iPad and closed it. At 9:55 AM, Adam and Maribel walked into the main meeting room in the Dean’s office.The room was arranged formally. The Dean sat at the head of the long glass table, his expression serious. To his left sat Dr. Kade, his face unreadable behind his wire-rimmed glasses, alongside the director of student affairs. Vivienne sat across from them and a senior lawyer from her father’s firm sat next to her. On the large wall monitor, a live Zoom link displayed Vivienne’s father, Jett, sitting in a wood-paneled office with a legal pad in front of him."Thank you for arriving early," Dean said, gesturing for Adam and Maribel to take their seats at the far end of the table. "This is an extraordinary disciplinary review. The university has a zero-tolerance policy regarding physical violence, and the evidence submitted to our portal this

Adam and Maribel stepped out into the silent hallway. The heavy glass door clicked shut behind them, cutting off the tense murmurs inside the dean's inner office. Almost immediately, three campus security guards hurried past them, their expressions serious as they headed straight toward the room they had just vacated. The power on campus flipped in minutes.Maribel finally let out a long, shuddering exhale. The deep purple bruise around her right eye still throbbed with a dull pain, but her shoulders visibly dropped about two inches as the intense stress left her body. She stood near the wall, looking down at her boots before lifting her head."Thank you, Adam," she whispered, her voice low. "I really thought they were going to pull my scholarship.""The evidence was clear," Adam replied, his voice maintaining its usual flat, even tone as he adjusted his bag. "The school could not ignore that video."Before Maribel could respond, her phone began to buzz continuously in her pocket. She

The big door of the luxury sedan closed with a loud, tight sound. Adam settled into the leather passenger seat, his face completely expressionless as the driver pulled away from the curb. Outside the tinted window, Jett's senior lawyer remained frozen.The lawyer did not waste a single second. He fumbled with his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed Jett’s private line. The multi-digit offshore accounts Adam had just listed—440-Alpha, 812-Delta, and 903-Kappa—were not mere standard holding shells. They were highly classified entities designed to hide massive regulatory compliance anomalies and illicit capital transfers that paid for Jett’s influence on the medical committee. If those specific files reached the tax office, Jett Medical Holdings would be shut down right away.Inside the quiet cabin of the moving sedan, Adam focused his mind on the lower perimeter of his vision. The system interface responded instantly, showing violet holographic text lines.[Target: Jett /

The midday sun cleared the high glass roof of the central campus commons, making sharp shadows across the primary dining hall. The cafeteria was divided by a strict spatial hierarchy that everyone understood but no one openly discussed.On the lower floor, the main dining area was a chaotic environment of loud conversations, scraping chairs, and the smell of fry oil and floor bleach. This was where the scholarship students and most undergrads gathered.Three steps above the main floor, separated by a thick glass, sat the raised VIP section. It had leather seats, soft lights, and specialized dampening that kept the noise of the lower floor completely isolated. Rich students and high-tier faculty donors sat in this upper tier, where the air smelled of fresh herbs and expensive espresso.Maribel walked into the lower hall, carrying a worn, refillable water bottle she had filled from her apartment tap. She skipped the long food lines and walked straight to the back corner where the studen