That night, I returned to my penthouse apartment.
I had just finished taking a shower when my phone started vibrating nonstop on the coffee table.
The screen kept lighting up.
The high school class group chat had already reached 999+ unread messages. Everyone was frantically discussing what had happened in the private room.
A: My God, Eric was actually just a security guard who stole electric bike batteries?
B: Flora got taken away by the police too! Those two were covered in blood when they started fighting in there!
C: Chloe is really the CEO of Sterling Department Store... Mr. Ward even called her President Halls. I still feel like I'm dreaming.
D: We actually laughed at Miss Halls and mocked her earlier... We're screwed. We're really screwed...
The group chat was filled with pa
