Emma folded her arms across her chest before shooting Dennis an annoyed look. "Why did you even tell him?" she complained with a shrug. "You should have kept quiet and let Jerry punch his face in. At least then he'll finally learn to stop acting like some hero."Dennis couldn't help laughing after hearing that. He casually slipped both hands into his pockets before shaking his head with amusement. "Oh... looks like I messed up," he joked with a grin. "I almost forgot we're supposed to let fools learn the hard way."The two of them burst into laughter before walking away together, leaving everyone else standing there.Claire watched their backs disappear into the distance before biting her lower lip worriedly. If someone like Jerry really fought Riley, the outcome would almost certainly be one-sided.She slowly turned toward Riley with concern written all over her face."Riley..." she called softly. "Please don't fight him if he provokes you again. Did you hear what Dennis said? Jerry

Trey glanced toward the executive chair before speaking respectfully.The room fell silent.Quincy and Diana frowned in confusion as The executive chair slowly began to turn.Creak…Creak...Both of them instinctively held their breath.As the chair finally faced the conference table...Their eyes widened so much they almost popped out of their sockets.Riley...He sat comfortably in the highest seat in the company with one leg crossed over the other, calmly looking at them.A faint smile rested on his face.Quincy felt as if his brain had stopped working. Diana's lips trembled uncontrollably."R... Riley?"She stared at him as though she had seen a ghost.The chairman, Trey and every single director remained seated respectfully, as though nothing about the scene was unusual.Only then did Quincy realize something was terribly wrong. If an ordinary intern was sitting in that seat...Why wasn't anyone asking him to get up?Quincy and Diana stood rooted to the spot.Both of them gulped

Mira and Riley arrived at Greg's restaurant. Mira was practically bouncing with joy, her promotion notice still glowing on her phone screen. But as they approached the familiar storefront, Mira's smile slowly faded. The restaurant was locked down, shutters half-drawn, with no customers in sight. The usual warm lights and chatter were absent. Outside, Mr. Greg paced anxiously near the entrance, phone pressed to his ear, his face etched with worry. He looked defeated, shoulders slumped under the weight of whatever trouble had struck. "Maybe we should come back another time," Mira whispered, tugging gently at Riley's sleeve. "Something's clearly wrong." Riley shook his head, eyes narrowing with concern. "Let's ask him. I want to know what happened." He walked straight up to Mr. Greg. turned, eyes widening in recognition. For a split second, Mr. Greg instinctively started to bow, but he caught himself, remembering Riley's hidden identity. Instead, he straightened and offered a

The next day, in school. It was all peaceful until break period. Riley sat in a quiet corner of the library annex, his laptop open as he worked diligently on the coding for his next project. Lines of elegant code filled the screen while he typed with focused precision, the soft clicking of keys the only sound around him. Just then, Fred entered with a stiff face. Clearly angry. Riley noticed this immediately. At this period, Fred was usually at the basketball court training, so whatever happened must have originated from there. He looked up and asked, “Mmm, why are you frowning? Your face, what happened?” Fred waved it off at first. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, not wanting to drag his friend into it. But Riley was persistent. He closed his laptop slightly and pressed, “Tell me. I’m sure something happened.” After a moment of hesitation, Fred sighed and spilled everything. “In the basketball court, there are these three new transferred students. They sent everyone away, saying

A dull, throbbing pain pulsed through Riley's head like a relentless hammer.Every beat of his heart sent another wave of agony across his skull, making it feel as though someone was squeezing his brain from every direction. He groaned softly, his fingers twitching against the bedsheet as he struggled to regain consciousness.His eyelids felt unbelievably heavy.He tried to force them open, but the bright light stung his eyes, making him shut them again almost immediately. A ringing sound echoed in his ears while everything around him remained blurry and distorted.Slowly... very slowly...Riley gathered the little strength he had left and opened his eyes again. This time, the blurry shapes gradually became clearer until he finally recognized the white ceiling above him.The familiar smell of disinfectant filled his nose.Hospital...He was lying on a hospital bed.The moment his eyes fully opened, several anxious faces immediately leaned toward him."Riley!""You're awake!""Oh my goo