The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 666 - 559 Introduction, Ying Zijin, my boss [1 update]

Indeed, Norton only indulged in alchemy and delegated all university affairs to the vice-chancellor.

But he symbolized Norton University’s strength and utmost Combat Power.

Each family’s patriarch had to meet with him.

Jason Herschel was no exception.

Every year, Norton would summon the senior members of Norton University.

This was a face they were all too familiar with.

Jason’s face turned paler by the moment, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat.

How could this be?

How could Norton appear all of a sudden?

From Norton’s tone, it was clear that he had heard Jason’s words upon entering the call.

The vice-chancellor finally let out a sigh of relief: "Principal!"

He couldn’t contact Norton.

But he believed Zijin, that Norton was still alive and not in any life-threatening danger.

"Principal, of course you’re still alive," the vice-chancellor scoffed coldly, "but there are some who would rather you were dead."

"Oh?" Norton licked his lips, his smile careless and his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s, "Jason Herschel, that’s the name, isn’t it?"

Jason collapsed onto the floor, completely panicking now: "Prin, Principal, I didn’t..."

"Forgotten what I said before I left? Hm?" Norton’s smile vanished instantly, leaving nothing but bone-chilling iciness, "Follow Dekel’s commands closely. Anyone who disobeys will become alchemical materials when I return."

Jason was trembling so much he couldn’t speak.

Because he had witnessed such scenes before.

Back when Norton University was pursuing a transnational criminal who had killed a student, the criminal, once interrogated by IBI, was later dissected into alchemical materials.

Norton was undoubtedly a true madman, unpredictable in his temper.

"Oh, right, of course, now we must add her to the list," Norton said with a faint smile, "This is my boss; obey her, understand?"

Upon hearing these words, several family heads were shocked.

Especially the middle-aged man who had previously accused Zijin, his forced smile barely concealing his tension: "Pri, Principal, what are you talking about?"

Norton had lived for centuries, and now he had a boss?

This Eastern girl?

What a joke of the century.

Norton’s smile disappeared again, his eyes instantly frosty: "You should know, I do not repeat myself."

The middle-aged man immediately shut up, terror-stricken at the thought of becoming alchemical materials.

"Dekel, I grant you the authority to purge the traitors from the university," Norton stated coldly, "Once I finish my business, I’ll return. If anyone dares to defy—"

No one dared to speak anymore.

"Yes, Principal," the vice-chancellor replied loudly, "The action team is ready."

"Good," Norton said, "Now, all the rest of you, get lost."

No one dared to resist and promptly left the call.

Jason fainted once more.

This time, Zijin didn’t lay a hand on him; he was frightened into unconsciousness.

"Old antique," Norton tilted his head, squinting his eyes, his gaze falling on the girl through the screen, "So you... turned out to be a young lady, huh? No wonder you always wear an Arabian robe."

"If I had known earlier what you looked like, you really wouldn’t be very intimidating. Does Xize know about this?"

The vice-chancellor listened while wiping away his sweat.

He too had been paralyzed with fear the first time he saw her.

"Norton," Zijin spoke without bothering to argue with the Little Brat, "where are you?"

"It’s not that I won’t say," Norton clicked his tongue, "it’s that even if I do, you won’t be able to hear. Anything concerning the location gets automatically censored by the system."

"All I can tell you is that the technology here is more advanced than at the university, but also more isolated, completely cut off from the outside world. I came in accidentally without a pass, and to this day, I can’t get out."

"Censored?" Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly, "You first."

"Fine, old antique, you’re from Hua Country, so I’ll speak your language," Norton raised his eyebrows as he mentioned a name in Mandarin.

After he finished, he asked, "Can you hear?"

The vice-chancellor shook his head: "Nothing, Principal, the last few words were muted."

"Is that so?" Norton wasn’t surprised, "Then let’s try another, Latin."

"..."

There was silence.

"Still can’t hear? Let’s try Hebrew."

There was still no sound whatsoever.

The vice-chancellor’s sweat poured down in streams.

In just a few minutes, Norton had used dozens of languages to say where he was.

Zijin’s eyes grew darker, she tapped the desk, her voice calm: "Speak in alchemy language."