After a long moment, Riley stood up and stretched deliberately, loosening his limbs and shaking off the tension.
A slow smile spread across his face—one of amusement and resolve.
"Well," he said aloud, voice light and steady, "if that's how it is, I'll entrust the heavy lifting to my clones. They're more than capable of gathering intelligence, probing weaknesses, and wearing down the enemy bit by bit."
He paused, eyes gleaming with a new kind of energy.
"As for me..." he added, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, "I'm going to have some fun."
Without hesitation, he called out to his wives, the thought of their company and shared pleasures a welcome balm to his weary mind.
In that moment, the endless scheming faded into the background, replaced by anticipation and warmth.
"Where are we going, husband?" one of Riley's wives asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitement.
