Ethan’s P.O.V. (Continued)My eyes remained fixed on the screen.He hadn’t simply hidden the weapons; he designed an entire system around making the weapons invisible.The ship was only the beginning.The dirty water was only a distraction.The abandoned loading bay wasn't their destination.It was the receiving point.And the tunnel...The tunnel was their transportation route.My fingers slowly curled into fists.For the first time tonight, I finally understood what the flicker had been trying to show me.The golden dust was just a decoy to deceive whoever came to investigate.The smugglers had deliberately mixed whatever was being washed from the ship into the water so anyone who eventually discovered the drainage would assume they were dealing with gold-processing waste.Nobody would immediately suspect weapons.Especially when the weapons themselves never appeared on the cameras.They were inside sealed containers.Hidden beneath the water.My gaze moved toward the control unit o

Ethan’s P.O.V.[“The police and the coastal department are investigating the cause of the series of blasts at Eastwood Dockyard last night during the high tide.”“According to the sources, the arms smugglers had been smuggling arms and ammunition by taking advantage of tides for the past few months.”“Fortunately, the blasts happened at one of the abandoned bays, leaving only two people severely injured with no major destruction.”]The voice of the news reporter echoed through the cafetaria, but my mind was still replaying what I witnessed after that last one-second countdown.The blasts escalated the impact of the high tide, resulting in the total destruction of that abandoned bay.After going through the dead and life situation once and killing a man without any hesitation, I thought that I was immune to these situations now, but I was so wrong.“Serve them right.” Walter muttered angrily, poking the broccoli on his plate.“Finish the breakfast, Walter.” I instructed him grimly, kee

Ethan’s P.O.V. (Continued)Mr. Ridge was coming towards us. I pursed my lips into a thin line when I remembered that I still hadn’t found my assignment partner.Heck, I didn’t even think about asking Ashton about it.Nathan slipped his hand out of my elbow when Mr. Ridge stopped in front of me.“Did you talk to Lucifer Hawthorne?” Mr. Ridge asked me in a serious tone.I frowned in confusion, but I shook my head in "NO".“No, Mr. Ridge. He didn’t come back to the dorm last night, and I don’t have his number.” I answered him honestly.He raised his brow in surprise but sighed in the end.“He gave his name as your partner a few minutes ago.” Mr. Ridge told me calmly.My eyebrows shot up to my hairline in shock.“What the f…..” Nathan muttered but trailed off when Mr. Ridge glared at him.I didn’t pay attention to them, but to the fact that my partner was now Lucifer.He didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be his partner or not.It infuriated me at the same time.I didn’t like people taking

No One’s P.O.V.At the same time, in the administrative building of the school, Mr. Norton and Ms. Bell were inside the principal’s room.The door was closed.The blinds were drawn.And the expression on Principal Hayes's face was anything but welcoming.He sat behind his large wooden desk, staring at the report placed in front of him.Mr. Norton stood beside the desk with his arms folded across his chest.Ms. Bell sat on the opposite chair, her fingers running on the keyboard swiftly.For several seconds, nobody spoke.Then Principal Hayes finally lost his patience and asked Ms. Bell coldly."Did he go out of the school or not?”Ms. Bell took a deep breath but didn’t stop her fingers.“No, Mr. Hayes. He entered the dorm around 10:30 last night, and he went out of his room around 2.” She answered him calmly.“Means he left the room, right?” Mr. Hayes tried to manipulate Ethan’s coming out of his room in the version that he needed to put in front of the committee to prove that Ethan ha

Ethan's P.O.V. (Continued)The word barely left his mouth before he stopped. I looked at them and saw anger on their faces.Pure anger and disbelief.The man looked at Terry, then at Walter, and then back at Terry, grimacing with a dark expression.“Are we nurturing future brilliant executives and businessmen or mafias?” Mr. Archer questioned, his face also darkened with fury.“This is not bullying.” The first man said while slapping the top of the table.Another representative slowly leaned back in his chair.“This is assault.” He stated coldly.Terry's mother immediately stiffened.“Mr. Archer, I think everyone needs to understand that children sometimes lose their temper. Terry has already admitted that he made a mistake.” Mrs. Boda tried to defend Terry by portraying the whole incident as a childish outburst.“A mistake?” Mr. Simpson repeated incredulously.His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough weight to silence her.“We just watched your son kick a thirteen-year-old repeat