That only made Orlean even angrier.His face darkened as he pointed a finger directly at Riley."You know exactly what I'm talking about," he snapped. "You hacked the billboard and put that countdown there."Karl frowned immediately. "That's ridiculous. Riley can't do that."Eddie nodded in agreement. "Seriously, Riley isn't some hacker genius."Even the hacker standing nearby reluctantly spoke up."They're actually right. From what I saw, whoever did this is operating on a completely different level. I spent nearly the whole night trying to get into the system and couldn't even make a dent. This wasn't done by an amateur. It would take an elite professional to pull off something like this."But Orlean wasn't listening.Ever since Riley had threatened him with seven days, everything that followed seemed too much like a coincidence. The countdown appeared almost immediately afterward, and now Riley was standing in front of him with an irritating little smirk on his face.That smirk was

A smile immediately spread across her face. Relief mixed with excitement, because it felt like things were finally moving in the right direction.Without wasting time, she grabbed the small bag where she had stored everything she had gathered so far and left quickly, following the address she had been sent.The location surprised her.It was a hotel.She slowed down for a moment outside the building, staring up at it with mild confusion, but she quickly dismissed the thought. The person she had been speaking to was a Chief police officer, someone important and trustworthy. It made sense that he would choose a private place to avoid attention.Still determined, she stepped inside.The interior was quiet and polished, with soft lighting and expensive-looking furniture that made her feel slightly out of place. After confirming the room number she had been given, she took the elevator up and walked down the corridor until she reached the door.She hesitated only briefly before knocking.T

Without hesitation, Riley shoved the older man hard in the chest, pushing him backward into the room. Mr. Roland stumbled, caught off guard. Riley dashed inside, scanning the space frantically. His gaze landed on Mira lying motionless on the bed, her clothes disheveled and her face pale.“Mira! Mira, are you okay?” Riley rushed to her side, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He gently shook her shoulder, his voice cracking with panic. “Mira, wake up! Please, say something!” But she remained unconscious, her breathing shallow, the drugs still holding her under. Tears of rage and fear stung Riley’s eyes as he checked her pulse.Mr. Roland regained his balance, his face twisting into a mocking sneer. “You must be the expelled boy. What do you think you are doing here, kid? Breaking into my room like some hero?”Riley stood up slowly, his fists clenched at his sides. “You fucking pedophile,” he spat, voice low and deadly serious. In a burst of adrenaline, he rushed at Mr. Roland and

After spending a considerable amount of time discussing the finer details of the investment, both men finally reached an agreement that satisfied them. Mr. Erold could hardly contain the excitement building inside him as the reality of what had just happened slowly settled in. The future he had dreamed of for MyLab was suddenly much closer than he had ever imagined. What surprised him even more was what happened next. While they were still seated in the private suite, Trey casually took out his phone and performed a few operations. A moment later, Mr. Erold's own phone vibrated on the table. He glanced down at the message. The moment he saw the message from his bank, his entire body stiffened. A wave of excitement rushed through him. Trey had just sent him the 1.1 billion dollars!. At that moment, every remaining doubt disappeared from his mind. No fraudster could move such a staggering amount of money so effortlessly. “Wow. You really mean this”. Mr. Erold stated. "I pref

Inside the dimly lit police station, the air was thick with the smell of stale sweat and old papers. The boys were roughly shoved through the corridors, their handcuffs clinking with every forced step. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on their faces. Eddie, still trembling, found his voice first as they were lined up against a cold concrete wall.“This is unlawful!” he protested, his words echoing slightly. “You’re arresting us without any offense!”One of the officers, who was the team leader, whirled around, his face reddening with fury. “Shut the fuck up!” he barked, jabbing a finger at Eddie’s chest. “You know your offenses. You beat Mr. Erold’s son nearly to a pulp!”Fred shook his head defiantly, despite the fear in his eyes. “That’s because he attacked us first! If you’re arresting us for that, then you’re supposed to arrest all of us—including him. He started the whole thing!”The sergeant, a burly man with a smug grin, leaned back against a desk and l