Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

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Tom watched Maisie, standing tall with one arm crossed and the other in her pocket, unbothered by her actions. She looked at Beety and the others with a smug, disdainful expression. Just looking at her made Tom’s head ache.

“Stand properly, Maisie,” Tom said sharply.

“Seriously, Mr. Hardy? You’re even nitpicking how I stand now?” Maisie said. Tom’s brows furrowed deeply, his stern gaze cutting through her attitude. With a reluctant huff, Maisie dropped her arms and pulled her hand out of her pocket.

“And you, young lady,” Tom’s gaze shifted to Zinnia, who stood there looking small and pitiful. His tone softened unconsciously as he continued, “If there’s a conflict, we can talk it out properly. Why let things escalate to violence so quickly?”

Zinnia’s face was covered in dirt, probably from brushing against some dust. Her messy bun hung loosely, with strands of hair falling across her forehead, looking pitiful. Tom thought, ‘She seemed so well–behaved, yet how did she end up slapping someone so suddenly?‘

“Sorry, Mr. Hardy.” Zinnia nodded obediently, her voice soft and compliant.

Seeing her being so cooperative, Tom’s stern expression softened a bit. In contrast to the two girls who were clearly reveling in their victory, Betty and Anne looked wretched on the other side.

Zinnia’s slap landed with great force, as her pent–up frustration spilled over. Betty had spent her time at the Shaw residence trying to frame Zinnia for everything, and now she was targeting Zinnia’s friends. Old grudges and fresh anger merged, making this a personal matter.

Betty’s hair was a mess, and she had been crying, her eyes red and glaring at them with fury. It was as if she wanted to tear them apart. She looked like trouble, and it was clear she’d stir up more conflict.

Tom looked at Betty and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Tom thought, ‘Betty Shaw, usually well–mannered, revealed her true nature when trouble arose. He couldn’t hide his displeasure. Here they were, already in trouble, yet she was still throwing a tantrum, acting as if everyone owed her something.

Anne wasn’t in much better condition. There were several scratches on her face, and her hair was messy. Nevertheless, she still spoke softly, attempting to comfort Betty.

trouble, but I trust my students. They wouldn’t start a fight

resting in the dorm when he received the call. His students had gotten into a fight with students from Class 2, and he had dashed over without even

the way, he met some of his students who had been sent back to the classroom. After hearing their side of the story, he clearly realized that students from Class 2

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at

and they seemed to put Tom

he stepped into the office,

said, flipping her hair with a

don’t worry, Mr. Baker,” Zinnia echoed, shaking

just a little

as William finished speaking, the woman entered the office. She looked to be in her thirties, dressed in a sharp work uniform and glasses, exuding an air of

mine.” Ms. Sharp said, her gaze sweeping over the disheveled Betty and Anne before

stand up for your students, but twisting the facts won’t help. It was your students who started this mess,”

continued, “Zinnia only acted out of frustration and lost control for a moment. She’s usually the most easygoing student in our class and would never resort to

the disheveled Betty, and thought to himself, ‘Wow, my students really pack a punch!‘ Keeping his expression

someone as mild- mannered as Zinnia to lose her temper, it’s clear your students crossed a line. Zinnia was just

her classmates.”

Isn’t that a bit much?” Lia said, clearly displeased as she instinctively defended

humiliated mine ‘son of bitch. Is that something you’d let slide?” Mr. Baker’s usually calm

she turned to the two students

was just a minor spat, but hearing such offensive language caught her off guard. This was far worse than the simple exchange

piercing stare. She thought, ‘Everyone already hates me, and now even

truly at fault, she wouldn’t hesitate to hold them accountable. Anne glanced at Betty and sighed inwardly, knowing this wouldn’t end well. She was just about to step