Even with a flaw, beauty was still beauty.
It didn't take long for someone to upload a short clip of Riley—caught on camera holding her bunny—onto a niche video platform. Paired with eye-catching captions, the video quickly gained traction.
She went mildly viral overnight.
***
Inside a high-end restaurant, Felicia's mood sank as she scrolled through her feed.
Several creators she followed on BiliWave had all posted videos of Riley.
Her fingers tightened around her phone.
These weren't just any creators—they were entertainment industry marketing accounts. Their pages were usually filled with top-tier celebrities and rising actresses.
And yet… this was the first time they were editing clips of a complete nobody.
One of them was even the talent scout who had discovered her.
Could it be… he's interested in Riley now too?
Her chest tightened.
No. Absolutely not.
Riley cannot enter the entertainment industry.
Across the table, Evan cut her steak neatly and slid the plate toward her.
"Felicia, don't overthink it," he said gently. "Riley's just a fool. Once the entrance exam results are out, I'll make sure she's kicked out of Imperial University. After that, no one will bully you again."
With no one else around, he didn't bother hiding his intentions.
Felicia's eyes reddened as she shook her head softly.
"Thank you, Evan. I'm really okay… My sister isn't well. It's only right that I give in to her a little."
Her voice trembled, fragile and pitiful.
"I just… I really love Imperial University. And I love the entertainment industry too. I don't understand why she has to take everything from me. I've already given her everything I have…"
Evan's expression darkened.
"If she's not right in the head, she should just stay in her place. Felicia, don't worry. Whether it's the entertainment industry or Imperial University—I won't let Riley show up in either."
Felicia looked up in alarm. "Evan, what are you planning to do? Please don't do anything reckless for me—"
"Relax," he said confidently. "No one will find out."
He didn't notice the fleeting smile of satisfaction that curved at the corner of her lips.
***
Meanwhile, back at Clearbrook Estate—
After returning home with Mr Yeardley and finishing lunch, Riley went straight to her room to rest.
There was another exam at three in the afternoon. She had time.
But right now, she had something more important to handle.
She turned on her laptop and, without hesitation, dragged the entire Finance Class Seven into a livestream.
***
In the boys' dorm—
Howard's phone suddenly froze mid-game, then forcefully switched into the livestream.
"What the—?!"
He nearly cursed out loud.
Does she always do things this abruptly?
Beside him, Henry leaned back, clearly unsurprised, a mocking smile on his lips as he stared at the screen.
"What now? Another class meeting?"
The forced phone hijacking was already getting on everyone's nerves.
If they hadn't agreed to push back against this so-called "Professor Prime", no one would've tolerated it.
Then Riley's voice came through the stream—calm, steady.
"I'll only say this once. Starting from this afternoon's exam, anyone who hands in a blank paper again…"
A faint pause.
"I'll make sure you understand what it means to completely break."
Silence.
Then—
Snickers.
On the other end of their screens, the students wore nothing but contempt.
That morning, out of forty students, thirty-six had deliberately turned in blank papers.
It was their way of giving her a warning.
A show of power.
And now, right after the exam, she came to "settle scores" with them.
Looks like the president must've reprimanded her already.
Laughter erupted in the dorm.
High-fives echoed through the room.
To them, this was a victory worth celebrating.
"Henry, are we still submitting blank papers this afternoon?"
Henry smirked. "Of course."
"As long as she suffers, we win."
"Our goal is simple—"
"To drive her out."
"Heck yeah!"