"South Grant, don’t push too far!" Sheldon Shawn’s face was livid.
"I can push even further, do you want to try?" South Grant raised an eyebrow, looking at the uncle and nephew.
The director knew that if South Grant said he would make a fuss at the police station, he would indeed do so.
Now they’re in a predicant, with no way to deal with South Grant.
"Fine." This word seed to be squeezed out from between the director’s teeth.
Sheldon Shawn widened his eyes in disbelief as he saw his uncle say "fine," and then he heard the director say:
"We’ll do as you said, let Sheldon leave the school, expel him."
Sheldon Shawn’s face turned as pale as a sheet.
When he was about to speak, the director pulled him out. Once outside the classroom, Sheldon Shawn shook off the director’s hand, saying:
"Uncle, you know very well that the watch isn’t South Grant’s, so why..."
Just as Sheldon Shawn was speaking, the director interrupted him sternly:
"I know, but what can I do? All the classmates saw him take it out of your bag, and he also showed evidence that the watch is his. If you keep entangling with him, it will only go to the police station. Do you really want a record at the station?"
"So, should I just let him get expelled from school?"
"There’s only this option now, but rest assured, even if there’s less than a month left at school, I can make him regret his actions today." The director said coldly, a sinister look in his eyes.
The last class ended with this farce, and soon the bell rang.
As South Grant whistled and walked out with his backpack, Sheldon Shawn stopped him at the school gate.
"South Grant, you’ve made things miserable for ."
South Grant rolled his eyes at him, thinking to himself, who’s really harming whom? Don’t you have any self-awareness?
Then she took the watch off her wrist, held it in her hand, and waved it in front of Sheldon Shawn.
"You’re right, this watch isn’t mine either. It’s ant to trick dim-witted people like you."
South Grant said, holding the watch, and threw it into a nearby trash can in front of him.
The look in her eyes, as if looking at garbage, irritated Sheldon Shawn.
"South Grant, don’t be arrogant. You’ve frad this ti, my uncle is the director of the school, he definitely won’t let you off."
Hearing Sheldon Shawn’s words, South Grant thought, this guy’s mind is quite sharp, able to say this now, he’s definitely a mber of the losing team.
Afraid he wouldn’t suspect anything, the director now voluntarily confessed.
"Are you sure you want to pit your uncle against ?"
South Grant raised an eyebrow, looking at him mischievously, that kind of domineering attitude made Sheldon Shawn very uncomfortable.
"Do you really think you’re Nathan Foster’s nephew? You’re bragging without a script; everyone knows your mother is just an ordinary woman, how could she be involved with The Foster Family."
South Grant raised an eyebrow, thinking, Sheldon Shawn and the director have a pretty good grasp of my background.
Just then, a military vehicle with white background and red letters stopped at the school gate.
As the window rolled down, South Grant saw a face she usually loathed to see.
This ti, however, she felt a surge of elation.
Perhaps this is the first ti in both her lives that she was so happy to see Nathan Foster.
As if he had arrived right on cue.
Could it be that he anticipated that I would need a trump card at this mont today, so he delivered himself?
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