Riley was only desperate. He would do anything to save a life at that moment, no matter how humiliating it felt or how much it cost him later.The leader, whose name tag read Orlean, tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking.“Well,” Orlean said slowly, “I want you on your knees right now.”Riley stared at him in silence for a moment. His chest tightened. He knew exactly what this was. But then he thought of the girl again. He exhaled.He would deal with them later. He would report them to Mr. Cain, the school supervisor, and make sure they faced consequences. But that was after.So Riley slowly lowered himself to his knees.The boys immediately erupted into laughter.“Look at him! Being on the ground actually fit him. ”“He actually did it!”“This guy is unbelievable!”They circled around him slightly, laughing louder as if they had just witnessed something entertaining. Orlean watched him with a satisfied grin, like he had just won a bet.Riley kept his eyes down, jaw tight,

Emma's jaw dropped so far she couldn't even close it. The same was true for everyone else because, in that video, it was clear as day that Riley had paid over 140 million for meals.Everyone was nearly going crazy."Wow, it's true. He really did it. How is that possible?""Wait, who exactly is Riley? Is he a secret billionaire?"Everyone whispered among themselves.At that moment, Emma's doubts began to grow. If Dennis wasn't the one who had been sponsoring her, then what if it had been Riley all along? And what if he had stopped because they had broken up?She started putting the pieces together.Dennis, meanwhile, was wondering how Riley could possibly have that kind of money.At that exact moment, the students' phones started buzzing. Everyone was surprised because that only happened when a message was posted in the school's chat group.Everyone quickly picked up their phones and checked them, thinking the principal had shared some new information.But as they did, everyone suddenl

Ms. Jetty nodded slowly. "Yes," she said quietly. "And this won't be the first time they’ve bullied people like us."Riley’s expression hardened "What have they done before?" he asked.Ms. Jetty let out a long, tired sigh as she looked away. "I don’t even know if I should tell you."Riley was serious. "I want to hear it," he said firmly. "All of it. Please"There was a short silence in the room before Ms. Jetty finally spoke."Erold," she began, her voice heavy, "Orleans’ father, is the CEO of Future AI Company. He is a very powerful man," she continued. "Well respected in the tech industry. People fear him more than they admire him."Sandra and Mary exchanged uneasy looks but stayed quiet.Ms. Jetty leaned back slowly. "He built his name on AI breakthroughs, or at least that’s what everyone believes. But the truth is different."Riley listened carefully."Most of the ideas he is known for were never his," she said. "He takes them. From engineers. From startups. From young innovators.

Everyone in the cafeteria gasped in disbelief. The sound of the tray clattering onto the table echoed through the room as students stared at Riley with wide eyes. Nobody had expected Orleans to go this far. Rice and sauce dripped from Riley's hair and shoulders, staining his uniform as he remained seated without saying a word.Claire immediately shot to her feet, her face red with fury."What the hell is this?" she shouted. "How could you do that?"Orleans merely scoffed as if he had done nothing wrong."Well, because I can."He spread his arms casually and pointed toward the cafeteria."My father is the one who has been sponsoring the food in this school. I can do whatever I want."Claire looked like she was about to explode."Is that the reason you poured food on his head?""Yes," Orleans replied shamelessly. "And I don't think someone like him deserves to be eating in this cafeteria anyway. He shouldn't even be in this school in the first place."The surrounding students exchanged

Meanwhile, in a sprawling electronic lab room located in the heart of the Erold family’s private research facility, the atmosphere hummed with cutting-edge innovation. The lab was enormous, spanning over 5,000 square feet—with high, arched ceilings lined with sleek LED panels that mimicked natural daylight.Mr. Erold, flanked by top scientists, engineers, and the head doctor, stood at the center of it all. He was working on the final stage of the prototype he had stolen from Ms. Jetty. The team carefully inserted the microchip into a volunteer test subject’s arm under local anesthesia. They synced it with the sleek Mylab smart wrist device(they renamed it). Instantly, the smartwatch lit up, displaying comprehensive real-time data—heart rate, blood pressure, glucose levels, early cancer markers, neurological patterns, and even predictive diagnostics for potential future ailments. Everything. No detail was missed.The head doctor monitored the feeds closely, then broke into a wide sm