Old man?


    "I''m calling the police! I''m calling the police!" Cassidy yelled, rubbing his aching hand. "A student who bullies others, who has no manners-what is she doing in a university? She belongs in jail!"


    "Tsk." A smirk yed on Juniper''s lips. "Still needs his mommy, I see."


    "Mr. Malone, Mr. Malone, please calm down..." The counselor quickly stepped in, trying to act as a peacemaker before things gotpletely out of hand.


    In her view, this was a trivial matter. It was a bet, in and simple. Honoring a bet and admitting you were wrong was perfectly normal. For a grown boy to run home crying to his father... it was just childish. But his father''s reaction showed just how spoiled the boy was.


    "This doesn''t warrant calling the police," the counselor advised gently. "It''s just a squabble between kids. They can talk it out. Besides, your son deliberately damaged our student Juniper''s rifle."


    "Who saw it?" Cassidy''s eyes darted away for a second before he retorted stubbornly. "Do you have proof? If not, I''ll sue you for nder."


    The counselor was at a loss for words. Ferdinand had been very discreet when he tampered with the gun, and there were no security cameras nearby.


    "Other students saw him," she insisted.


    "Hearsay is not proof," Cassidy shot back, determined to twist the situation. "By that logic, I can also say Juniper''s first-ce win was rigged."


    The counselor nearly fainted from frustration.


    ...


    Upstairs, in another room in the administration building.


    "...and that''s pretty much the situation," the subordinate reported, rying the events from the office below to Ebony Fox.


    "Just for pulling some hair? It''s such a minor thing, and he calls his father," the subordinate said with disdain. "Now the other party won''t let it go and is insisting on calling the police."


    "Has her brother arrived?" Ebony Fox asked, her voice low.


    "No," the subordinate replied respectfully. "The girl''s tough. She refuses to call her family. They''re at a stalemate down there."


    "Also," he paused, then continued, "I did some checking. Jimmie is currently filming overseas, which is likely why she''s not calling for help."


    Ebony Fox listened in silence, her expression growing darker by the second. So, because she had no family here to back her up, she was being bullied?


    "The father is demanding proof that his son cheated..." The subordinate held up his phone with a grin. "Coincidentally happen to have it right here."


    He had originally filmed it just because he found the whole thing so entertaining, never expecting to capture such a crucial moment.


    "Should I take this down to them?" he asked.


    "Yes." She nodded, her lips tightening. "And get me the university president''s phone number."


    The subordinate blinked, surprised. Was Ebony Fox actually nning to step in for the girl? She was personally calling the president?


    "Right away," he said, not daring to ask any more questions. He couldn''t help but wonder when the decisive cold-hearted Ebony Fox had ever cared so much about an individual. It seemed only true talent could earn her favor.


    Back in the office.


    "Where''s your proof? Show it to me!" Cassidy was still shouting. "If you can produce proof, we''ll walk away with our tails between our legs."


    Just as Juniper was about to speak, a new voice sounded from the doorway. "It''s here. The proof has arrived."


    Everyone turned in unison.


    Juniper frowned. Who was this? She didn''t recognize him.


    "The proof is right here." The subordinate held out his phone and yed the video, having isted the clip of Ferdinand tampering with the rifle.


    "Hey, kid," he said, looking at Ferdinand. "Next time you want to sabotage a rifle don''t mess with the


    sight This is the part you want to break. Got it?"