Everyone gasped, scarcely daring to believe what they had just heard.
It had long been rumored that this Professor Northwood and Nia Mitchell were remarkably close, but no one had expected it to be to this degree.
In this world, how many teachers would dare to openly confront the Principal?
Hearing Charles Northwood’s words, the Principal imdiately furrowed his brow.
"Professor Northwood, you should watch your words."
The Principal looked at Charles Northwood with displeasure, hoping he would retract his statent.
But how could Charles Northwood possibly retract his words?
"Nia Mitchell drove this car here, so naturally, she can bring it. Besides, the school has no regulation prohibiting students from driving luxury cars."
As for causing a spectacle, that’s the fault of the University A students. How can the bla be casually shifted entirely onto Nia Mitchell?
Charles Northwood was now insisting on defending Nia Mitchell, but challenging the Principal’s authority was beyond him.
"No matter what you say today, this is Nia Mitchell’s fault!"
After saying this, he ignored everything else and had a chair brought over so he could sit down.
"Notify your family imdiately, pack your things, complete your paperwork, and then get out!"
The Principal, in that mont, looked rather like a nacing thug.
Nia Mitchell stood there, utterly stunned, never having imagined the situation would escalate to this point.
Good Lord! It would have been better to stay ho; being bored there would have been far preferable.
"Hurry up!" The Principal urged, not having much ti to waste on her.
Frowning and steeling herself, with no other option, Nia Mitchell finally dialed Maxwell Peary.
She was still hesitating, wondering how to explain to Maxwell that his car had been vandalized.
My husband... he counts as family, right?
GULP. Nia Mitchell swallowed hard.
Charles Northwood had wanted to tell Nia Mitchell not to worry, that he would handle it.
But he hadn’t anticipated her already taking out her phone to make a call.
Is she calling...Maxwell Peary?
「MC Group」
A certain CEO sat in his office at the MC Group, visibly displeased after learning Nia Mitchell had left the villa.
He stared gloomily at the departnt managers standing before him, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"If any of you don’t want to work here anymore, get out now!"
Maxwell swept the docunts off his desk, sending them scattering across the floor in a ss.
His sudden movent also sent the teacup on his desk tumbling to the floor, where it shattered with a CRASH.
Everyone in the room flinched, none daring to utter a word.
"Managing the business like this—are you all planning to retire?"
He hadn’t scrutinized the accounts before because he believed it was human nature to be greedy.
But these people weren’t just greedy; they were also incompetent at their jobs.
Today, he happened to be in a foul mood, so they would undoubtedly suffer his wrath.
"Those who want to keep working here will forfeit this year’s annual bonus. Those who don’t, get out imdiately!"
With that, Maxwell abruptly stood up, preparing to leave.
Just then, the phone on his office desk suddenly rang.
The ringtone sounded ominous; everyone broke into a cold sweat for whoever was calling.
Maxwell looked thoroughly displeased, his brows knitted tightly, his chest heaving.
The office was silent, with only the incessant ringing of the phone echoing through the room.
Maxwell stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, making no move to answer, feeling exceptionally agitated.
After a long mont, the ringing finally stopped. Silence returned to the office, but everyone present remained rooted to the spot, their hearts in their throats.
Yet, barely two seconds later, the phone rang again.
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