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    “Richie, you barely know Jeff, so you have no right to judge.”


    Richie arched a brow and shed a smug grin as he pulled out his phone. “My opinion doesn’t need validation. I’m enjoying the show. I just wonder how your ssmates will react once they see him like this. It’s going to be quite the spectacle.”


    With practiced ease, heunched a live-streaming app and aimed the camera squarely at Jeff. “Come on, Jeff, let’s see that smile. You were all cheerful earlier when you were strolling around campus with Ste.”


    Ste’s chest tightened, stunned that Richie would stoop so low as to broadcast it live.


    If that video reached the public, it could shatter Jeff’s academic standing. In their circle, such gossip was considered poison. Even with proof of his innocence, the stain of suspicion would linger, breeding whispers and judgment wherever Jeff went.


    Jeff had always been fragile, and if things went any further, she feared he might reach a breaking point.


    Without thinking, she lunged toward Richie, trying to grab the phone from his hand. “Richie, stop this right now before you regret it!”


    Richie sidestepped her effortlessly, his face calm and cold, unmoved by Ste’s plea.


    To him, this wasn’t cruelty—it was amusement. Watching Jeff crumble under his control filled him with a sick sense of satisfaction.


    How could someone like Jeff ever think of challenging him for a schrship?


    Richie burned with the desire to teach him a lesson Jeff would never forget.


    But just as Richie’s thumb hovered over the live button, the ssroom door burst open, and an eraser came whizzing through the air, smacking hard against his wrist.


    Before Richie could even register what happened, a sharp sting shot up his arm, and the phone slipped from his grasp, ttering onto the floor.


    Seizing the moment, Ste darted forward and kicked the device beneath a row of desks, far from his reach.


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    From the doorway, William entered with measured steps, his presence radiating a cold,manding fury—like a vengeful spirite to deliver justice.


    William crossed the room in steady strides and ced himself in front of Ste, a silent barrier between her and Richie. His eyes were sharp as ice when he spoke. “I’ve already contacted your father. Expect his call any minute now.”


    Richie’s round face turned pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.


    His family had nothing to do with the business world, but he knew exactly who stood before him—William, the man whose face often appeared in glossy magazines and on television screens.


    William’s name carried weight in Choria, the kind that ced him leagues above ordinary men like Richie.


    Panic set in, and Richie’s hand trembled as he let the knife tter to the floor. He made a move toward the door, but William’s steely stare pinned him where he stood.


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