Chapter 8

She raised her hand, and several bodyguards immediately stepped onto the stage and placed their hands on Adrian's shoulders. "Since you can't learn to submit, then I, as your sister, will teach you."

Shania coldly commanded, "Press him down and make him apologize to Elliot!"

Adrian struggled desperately, but he was no match for the adult bodyguards. His knees were firmly pressed to the ground, and he was about to touch the cold floor.

Just at this critical moment… Boom!

A deafening roar suddenly came from above the dome of the grand auditorium, drowning out all the noise.

The sound was so loud that even the ceiling lamps began to shake violently.

Everyone looked up in terror.

Then, the two closed alloy doors of the grand hall were kicked open from the outside.

A huge current of wind swept up dust clouds, accompanied by the roar.

More than a dozen black heavy helicopters were hovering on the playground outside the hall. On each aircraft, there was a totem symbolizing different top noble families — the Quintons, the Surreys, the Winters, and the Summers...

Any one of them was a titan capable of shaking the entire business world with a mere stomp of their foot.

Outside the main entrance, eight women wearing haute couture trench coats and exuding an intimidating aura strode into the auditorium.

Jenny Quinton, the head of the Quintons, led the group. Her gaze, sharp as an unsheathed blade, instantly locked onto the bodyguard on the stage.

Shania was momentarily stunned to see them, but a triumphant smile quickly spread across her face. She smoothed her suit and hurried forward to greet them. "Ms. Quinton, Ms. Surrey, what brings you here in person? Is it about the West District project?"

Shania assumed these powerhouses had come for Fuller Group's resources that she controlled. After all, she had long styled herself as the de facto head of the Fullers.

However, Jenny did not even spare her a glance.

Jenny strode to the front of the stage and sent the bodyguard restraining Adrian flying with a swift kick.

The bodyguard arced through the air before slamming heavily against the wall, instantly knocked unconscious.

A deathly silence fell over the room.

Shania's smile froze. "Ms. Quinton, what is the meaning of this? He's one of the Fullers' men."

Jenny turned around slowly, her deep eyes swirling with a bloodthirsty intent to kill. She swept her gaze across the stunned crowd on stage and off before finally piercing through them to stare at the glass of the second-floor control booth.

Jenny, along with the seven other titans standing behind her — Annabelle Surrey, Fiona Winter, Samantha Summer, and the rest, who possessed the kind of power that could single-handedly dominate the world.

Amidst the entire school and the girls' incredulous stares, students and faculty alike dropped to one knee in perfect unison.

Eight female voices rang across the auditorium, shattering every shred of pride Shania and her three companions possessed. "Welcome, Boss!"

Those words exploded like a thunderclap in the auditorium's grave silence.

The color drained completely from Shania's face as she mechanically turned her head, following the direction the eight powerhouses were kneeling toward.

I pushed open the door to the second-floor control booth and descended the stairs.

My handmade leather shoes struck the metal steps with a rhythmic, hollow clacking sound. With every step I took, Shania and her sisters grew a shade paler.

Finally, I stopped in front of Jenny and looked condescendingly at them. "It's been ten years, yet you haven't forgotten the rules."