The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 42 - Yield Neither To The Carrot Nor The Club
Chapter 42: Yield Neither To The Carrot Nor The Club
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Ada was confused. âDad, whatâs wrong with you?â
Why did he suddenly throw a tantrum?
âWhatâs wrong with me?â Mr. Taylor sneered. âWhy donât you ask what the girl did? How do you have the nerve to bring her to see me?â
âDad⊠you know?â Ada was startled and turned to look at Phoebe.
Phoebe kept shaking her head, blinking innocently.
âYou donât have to look at Phoebe. She didnât say anything.â Mr. Taylor looked at her sullenly. âDo you think Iâm an old fool? I can investigate it by myself!â
âDad, itâs not what you thinkâŠâ Ada still wanted to explain.
But Mr. Taylor interrupted her directly. âCut the crap. Just take that wild girl away. Donât bother me anymore!â
On the first floor.
Claire leaned against the sofa, tilted her head and fiddled with her phone. The corners of her beautiful eyes turned red, and her posture was lazy and casual.
She wrapped the headphone cord around her fingertips, and her body swayed with pleasure.
Ada walked down from the second floor.
âClaire, your grandpa doesnât feel well. Letâs come here another day.â
Claire put the phone in her pocket and stood up.
Her face was as indifferent as ever.
She didnât want to come here in the first place, anyway.
On Monday
Derek broke into the teachersâ office again and kicked on the door again.
Now, the door finally broke.
He walked straight to James and slammed a black box on his table.
James looked up at him. âDerek, whatâs the matter?â
Derek opened the box with a snap, his voice cold and arrogant. âHere is half a million, Iâll use this to buy the English points from you this semester. If itâs not enough, I can give you more.â
Jamesâs expression was calm, and he didnât even blink. There was still a smile hovering on his lips.
This look was very irritating to Derek.
James didnât say anything.
Derek slowly leaned forward and suddenly exhaled towards Jamesâs glasses, smiling darkly. âMr. Walker, are you satisfied?â
James raised his head, distanced himself from Derek, and took off his glasses. His face was pleasing to the eye, just like a beautiful painting.
He wiped the lens and said, âI donât need money. Just like I told you, Iâll give you exactly the points you earn in the exam. If you donât want to get a zero, donât hand in a blank test paper.â
âSo, you yield neither to the carrot nor the club, right?â Derek gritted his teeth in anger. âDo you know who I am? How dare you provoke me like this?â
âI know.â James put on his glasses and didnât seem afraid at all. âIf you think itâs unfair to you, you can tell the principal to fire me.â
âFire you? You wish!â The young man gave a threatening smile and said word by word, âLetâs wait and see. Youâll regret coming here to be a teacher!â
When Derek left, all the teachers surrounded James.
âMr. Walker, donât put yourself in danger. Donât confront him!â
âAlthough this kid seems taciturn, he is full of evil ideas. He may cause you serious trouble!â
James lowered his head and smiled helplessly as if this was nothing but a funny farce.
In the class
Derek buried his head, writing and drawing in the notebook.
He was rarely so serious, so Claire couldnât help but glance at him curiously.
âHave you started listening to the lecture?â
âOf course not.â Derek snorted angrily. âIâm thinking about how to deal with James, that poseur!â
He swore he would make that guy beg for mercy with tears in his eyes!
Derek propped his head with a hand and asked Claire. âDo you have any ideas?â
Claire threw a knife in front of him. âI can lend this to you.â
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He forgot that Hunterâs fiancĂ©e was a tough girl.