“Who’s the president here?!”

Harvey glared coldly at Zane’s vixen of a mother. He had seen too many women of her ilk, and could not be bothered by her kind.

“I am! Who are you to barge in the school’s meeting room like this?!”

The principal stood up and gowered at Harvey, full of discontent.

“Have you at least investigated the situation thoroughly before you decided to expel Xynthia?” Harvey York demanded icily.

“This situation only concerns the school staff. It has nothing to do with you!”