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Chapter 148\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 148\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roman\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room went dead silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every pair of eyes snapped to the professor as if he had just crossed a line no one dared touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
39\u00a0<\/p>\n
55 vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dean stiffened, his hand slamming lightly against the table as he glared at the man. \u201cYou-\u201d he began, voice sharp with warning. But the professor only shrugged, an ugly sneer twisting his mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not wrong, sir,\u201d he said calmly. \u201cWe should investigate properly. Who knows, if that slut is sleeping with him, maybe that\u2019s why he\u2019s so protective. Maybe he\u2019s already been inside-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t let him finish.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moved in a flash, before anyone could even register what was happening. One moment he was standing there, smug and careless; the next, my hand was wrapped around his neck, forcing him down. His head slammed against the table with a sickening crack that echoed through the room. Papers scattered, chairs scraped back violently, and his scream tore through the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAh-! My head!\u201d he cried, blood seeping beneath him as he thrashed. I kept him pinned there, my grip strong, my expression cold and distant as if I were dealing with an insect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Around us, professors jumped to their feet, stumbling backward in shock.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Roman!\u201d someone shouted, voice trembling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God, what is he doing?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSecurity! Call security!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one dared move closer. They all instinctively knew, if they drew my attention, they would pay the price.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp! Someone help me!\u201d the professor sobbed, voice breaking. \u201cThis man is insane, call security! Please!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tightened my hand around his throat just enough to steal the air from his lungs. His words dissolved into choking gasps. I leaned closer, my voice low, and calm. \u201cYou\u2019re lucky it was me who heard those words,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cIf it were him, you\u2019d already be dead. He wouldn\u2019t hesitate. He would erase you without a second thought.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes widened in terror.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut don\u2019t mistake my hestitation for kindness,\u201d I continued, unbothered by the chaos erupting around us. \u201cI\u2019m only sparing you because I refuse to let her think this is her fault. I won\u2019t have her carrying the weight of your stupidity.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the difference between my brother and me. He was a monster who embraced the blood on his hands without regret. I wasn\u2019t a saint, but I was choosing restraint.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t need two monsters standing beside her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I released him suddenly and shoved him away. His body hit the wall hard, collapsing to the floor in a broken heap as he groaned in pain. I stepped back, dragging a hand through my hair, my chest rising and falling as I forced myself to regain control.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was frozen, everyone staring at me in horror.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was the second time I had almost lost myself because of her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
21:01 Fri, Jan 9 MJ.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 148\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I knew, that it wouldn\u2019t be the last.\u00a0<\/p>\n
339\u00a0<\/p>\n
55 vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked down at him as he coughed and whimpered, one hand clutching his bleeding forehead while the other shook as he pointed at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow dare you!\u201d he screeched hoarsely. \u201cAre you fucking crazy? You almost killed me! I will get rid of you, I swear it. I\u2019ll have you thrown in jail for this. I will never forget-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t even bother turning fully toward him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnthony.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My voice was bored, as I slipped one hand into my pocket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room stilled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Someone whispered, confused, \u201cAnthony\u2026?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I heard chairs scrape softly as people shifted. Then, from my peripheral vision, I saw the dean step forward. His movements were careful. He bowed his head slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. Roman.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The silence that followed was deafening. Every single person in the room froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A professor near the window swallowed hard, Another leaned back as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Someone. braver than the rest, whispered shakily, \u201cD-dean, who is he? Is he really just a professor?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dean straightened slowly and turned to them, his face dark with something close to disgust.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is Roman Sinclair,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cSecond heir of the Sinclair family. And the major founder of this college.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room exploded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSinclair?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Sinclair?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faces drained of color. Eyes widened in horror. The man on the floor looked like he\u2019d just realized death had been standing in front of him the entire time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I ignored all of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want him fired,\u201d I said. \u201cEffective immediately. Blacklist him everywhere. I don\u2019t want him teaching in any institution ever again. And if anyone dares to speak about her, professor or student, deal with them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I paused, my gaze sweeping the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMake sure they regret ever opening their mouths.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d the dean replied without hesitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The professor\u2019s face went ghost-white.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, please!\u201d he choked, scrambling forward on his knees. \u201cI-I didn\u2019t know. I spoke without thinking. Please, forgive me, I\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head slightly, finally looking at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
21:01 Fri, Jan\u00a0<\/p>\n
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