Chapter 3

Being pinned by her own wrist in my grip drove her completely over the edge.

"You little slut! You drag the school's name through the mud and you still dare to threaten a teacher!"

"If you don't let go, I'll have campus security throw you out right now!"

Watching her put on that fierce front to cover her fear, I let out a cold laugh.

She hadn't expected me to be this strong.

It was obvious she knew she couldn't beat me, so now she wanted backup.

I was about to say something when her sharp eyes caught a red spot on my neck.

She lit up like she'd just discovered a whole new continent.

Jabbing a finger at my neck, she shrieked for everyone to hear:

"And she says she's innocent! What's that on your neck?!"

"So young and already this loose! I'm going to let the whole school see what you really are!"

With that, she lunged at me.

She tore at my training uniform with everything she had.

The jacket zipper broke under her hands, baring most of one shoulder.

To defend myself, I kicked her straight in the stomach.

Catherine, caught off guard, dropped to the ground.

Then she came at me again, wild with rage.

At that moment Chester came rushing up, seized Catherine's wrist, and shoved her back hard.

She hit the ground on her backside again.

Seeing Chester in his sharp suit, a flicker of caution crossed Catherine's face.

Before she could get a question out, Chester pulled out his card and held it in front of her.

"The dean's secretary?!"

The color drained from Catherine's face in an instant.

She pointed at me, trembling.

"She's your daughter?!"

Chester shook his head, furious.

"No. She's the dean's daughter!"

Catherine froze for a good few seconds.

Then she looked at Chester and me like we were a pair of clowns and burst out laughing.

"I have to say, if you're going to make up an identity, at least make it believable."

"You think I scare that easy?"

"The dean looks like he's barely in his thirties. How could he have a kid almost twenty years old?!"

"And you, actually dragging your daughter around to impersonate the new dean!"

Hearing Catherine's little theory, the students down below started pulling out their phones and searching.

When they saw a photo of my father, they looked at me with the same contempt.

"Back in school someone pretended to be an official's kid too. Never thought I'd run into it again in college!"

"If her dad's really the university dean, why wouldn't he come himself?"

Hearing the students, Catherine looked at me with a sneer of her own.

"I remember I'm the one who called your dad."

"You can't produce the real thing, so you dig up some so-called secretary to con me?"

"You think pretending to be the university dean's daughter means I won't expel you today?!"

I looked at this crowd of self-righteous people and sighed, at a loss for words.

That photo online was taken by my father more than ten years ago, so of course he looked young.

Catherine thought she'd caught me red-handed with something huge.

Smug all over, she pulled out her phone and called the dean's office.

"You shameless little tramp, this time I'll leave you with nowhere to run!"

"Impersonating the dean. You and that idiot dad of yours can get ready to rot in a cell!"