Mr Yeardley quickly stepped forward to stop her. "Madam, those are heavy. We'll move them to storage for you."
Riley frowned and waved him off. "Not storage. My room. I can do it myself."
Mr Yeardley blinked.
Why would she bring hammers and wrenches into her room?
Still, he glanced at the two bodyguards struggling to lift the boxes, sweat already forming on their foreheads. No matter where they went, those things were heavy.
They'd have to help.
But just as they were about to follow—
Riley bent down, grabbed both boxes—one in each hand—
And lifted them effortlessly.
Then walked off.
The maid's mouth fell open. "Madam…she's actually that strong?"
They would swear those boxes were filled with solid metal. Even the bodyguards, who followed Adrian into rough situations, struggled with them.
Yet she carried them like they weighed nothing.
As if she were holding two stuffed toys.
One of the bodyguards coughed awkwardly. "I've heard… people like her are stronger than average."
Mr Yeardley shot him a sharp look. Even he had been surprised, but he had seen enough in life not to linger on it.
After a brief pause, he dismissed it with a wave and returned to his work.
***
Back in the bedroom, Riley set the boxes down and opened them with visible excitement.
Out came hammers, wrenches, and various tools.
Then she opened the smaller box—
Inside was her streaming setup: microphone, ring light, and other equipment.
Riley picked up a wrench and gave it a test swing in the air.
Nice weight.
If Adrian dared to grab her again tonight, I'd swing first.
Satisfied, she checked the time.
Ten minutes to seven.
She quickly claimed Adrian's desk and set up her equipment.
At exactly seven, she logged into the streaming platform and entered Class Seven's session.
And then—
Nothing.
Not a single student.
Riley frowned.
Did no one get the notice?
She pulled out her phone and checked.
She had clearly posted the announcement in the class group chat earlier. Even though no one had replied, the system showed that twenty-two people had seen it.
There were forty students in Class Seven.
Even if the other eighteen hadn't checked—
There should still be twenty-two people in the livestream.
Her expression cooled slightly.
She sent another message, tagging everyone.
The moment it was sent—
She was kicked out of the group.
"Seriously?"
Riley narrowed her eyes.
Class groups were created by students, then instructors were added later.
And now they had kicked her out.
So this is their little welcome?
Her lips curved slowly.
Without hesitation, she opened another program and typed a few lines of code.
Moments later, she re-entered the group.
The previously silent chat exploded.
[HeartyOats]: How did she get back in? Who invited her?
[Admin]: Not me. Didn't Henry kick her out just now?
[Admin_2]: Wasn't me either.
[Admin_3]: Same here…
[Did Henry accidentally add her back?]
[HeartyOats]: No way. He's in ranked right now. He wouldn't even check the chat.]
The discussion grew louder as more people joined in.
[What the heck… how did she get back in? Skipper, kick her again!]