Chapter 51: The Weather’s Cooling, Let’s Bankrupt Davis Group

“Bullies sure seem to enjoy themselves. I think I finally understand the appeal,” Olivia said with a bright smile, her gaze landing on Mia, whose face had turned pale as tears streamed down. Mia was utterly terrified. If she had known Olivia was connected to the Wilson family, she wouldn’t have dared to utter a word even if Olivia had dumped garbage on her—heck, she wouldn’t have protested even if Olivia had buried her in a pile of trash! She had always relied on her family’s power, but this time, she had clearly underestimated her opponent.

“Ms. Carter, are you satisfied with this outcome? If there’s anything more that needs addressing, I can arrange it,” Mason said, showing no sympathy for the Davis family or Emma.

Olivia propped her chin on her hand, pretending to think for a moment. Though it lasted only a few seconds, to Mrs. Davis, Mia, and even Mr. Grayson, it felt like an eternity. They knew every word Olivia spoke next could determine their fate.

“Olivia,” Mrs. Davis said, forcing a smile, “Mia was wrong. I’ll discipline her thoroughly at home. After all, you’re classmates—there’s no need to make such a big fuss, right?”

Olivia smiled faintly. “Didn’t you just call me an uneducated waste?”

Mrs. Davis’s face turned green as she frantically shook her head. “No, no! That was a slip of the tongue. I mean Mia is uneducated!” She nudged Mia, urging her to apologize.

Mia, completely out of her depth, sobbed uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down her face. “O—Olivia, I… I…”

“Stop!” Olivia cut her off, disinterested in Mia’s pathetic display. “I’m heading back to class,” she said, bored with the spectacle.

“Very well. I’ll escort you back to class, Ms. Carter,” Mason said respectfully. “As for the rest, I’ll report to Mr. Liam and see how he wants to handle the Davis family.”

Olivia nodded knowingly. She didn’t need to guess Liam’s decision. It was simple: Let the Davis Group go bankrupt. How poetic.

Mr. Grayson escorted Olivia and Mason out of his office with great reverence. Watching Mrs. Davis and Mia trembling in each other’s arms, he wiped the sweat off his brow. He didn’t have time to worry about them—he was more concerned about whether his own position as principal could be salvaged.

Chapter 51: The Weather’s Cooling, Let’s Bankrupt Day Group

Emma’s class had been replaced with a new instructor, who would be permanently taking over as the performance department’s mentor. The sudden change in teachers sparked curiosity among the students. Some recalled the bet Olivia had made with Emma.

“Do you think Emma really resigned because of that bet?”

“Are you kidding? St. Rona Academy pays so well, why would Emma quit over a bet with a student?”

While speculation swirled, one thing was certain—Emma was never coming back to St. Rona Academy. Not only had she been expelled from the academy, but thanks to the Wilson family’s influence, she would never work in education again.

After a full day of classes, Olivia planned to head straight home. But when she arrived at the parking lot, she stopped short. Where’s the car? Her sleek red Ferrari was gone. She had parked it there that morning—she was certain. Looking around, Olivia saw no sign of her car. Her Ferrari wasn’t a Transformer; it couldn’t have just driven off on its own.

Frowning, Olivia took her keys and approached the school’s security office to review the parking lot surveillance footage. The footage clearly showed the red Ferrari parked in its spot until about an hour before school ended. At that point, a shadowy figure approached the car. The moment Olivia saw the figure, her lips curled into a cold smile. James. That little weasel had somehow unlocked the car and driven it out of the academy’s gates.

Security was stunned. It was obvious James had used some sort of trickery to unlock the car—he hadn’t used a key. Who would’ve thought a student at St. Rona Academy would resort to stealing a car? The security officer immediately prepared to call the police, but Olivia stopped him. She copied the surveillance footage onto her phone.

“Calling the police now would be too easy on him,” Olivia said, a chilling smile playing on her lips. James, you’ve made a big mistake.