All Chapters of My Ruthless Professor : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mr. Jefri froze. He stared at me, his gaze clinical and heavy, for several agonizing seconds before letting out a long, weary sigh. He reached over, snatched his tailored suit jacket from the sofa, and began to put it on, all while keeping his eyes fixed on the floor-to-ceiling mirror."Don't be so dramatic and cynical," he said, his voice cold and detached. "I simply authorized a minor allowance to cover your personal expenses." He paused, casting a razor-sharp, condescending glance in my direction. "If you find this offer so offensive to your ego, you are more than welcome to throw it in the trash."He grabbed his briefcase, pivoted, and walked out without a second glance, his expression remaining perfectly icy until the door clicked shut behind him."You absolute, unmitigated bastard!" I shrieked into the empty room, throwing the black debit card at the heavy wood of the door with all my strength."Arrogant, tyrannical, perverted monster!" I screamed at the empty space he had just o

My brow furrowed into a tight knot of frustration, my eyes narrowing as I fixed a sharp, searching glare on my mother. "Mama... what on earth makes you think it’s a good idea to start backing Papa’s demands now?""Because your behavior has reached a point where it’s a genuine liability to this family," she snapped, turning her head away to avoid my gaze. "I cannot, and will not, support your continued involvement with that disk jockey. It’s over."I pushed myself up from the leather cushions, standing abruptly, my eyes locking onto both of my parents with fierce determination. "I am not going to let you force me into an arranged marriage! Give me a chance to prove I can find someone suitable on my own—an elite candidate of my choosing. Please."Papa stood up to match my height, his eyes burning with a terrifying intensity. "Fine!" He raised his hand, gesturing sharply to emphasize his point. "I’ll give you one chance. If you can graduate from university by the end of this year, you’ll

Tears streamed down my face. The malicious intent I had harbored in my heart had vanished into thin air.How could I have done such a thing? To knowingly attempt to steal my own best friend’s fiancé."Dita, why weren't you honest with me?" I whispered to myself.My only hope was gone now. Beyond failing to help the company, I could never possibly win Mr. Jefri's heart. Everything was in ruins. My future had crumbled, buried under the weight of the grave sin I had committed.I hadn't just lost my honor; I had lost my self-respect in front of that lecturer. He must have been laughing at me all this time every time he succeeded in touching me. It felt like a knife to the heart watching him laugh with Dita in his office.Was it Mr. Jefri’s intention all along to destroy me? He knew about my friendship with Dita, yet he continued to engage in intimate relations with me repeatedly. Even if I was the one who started it, shouldn't he have refused? How could he do this to Dita, and to me?We w

My tears fell so rapidly because my heart was aching too much to pretend I didn't know anything."Why would you do that to me?!" I shouted, struggling to suppress my sobs.My throat felt tight from the effort of trying not to cry, but the more I resisted, the more uncontrollably my tears flowed. My lips trembled as I tried to speak through a mix of anger and agony."Am I really that low in your eyes?"Mr. Jefri just fell silent, offering no response. His eyelids lowered as he stared at me, stunned. Perhaps he felt a flicker of pity, but his silence only sent my rage skyrocketing. He made absolutely no attempt to defend himself after I had slapped and berated him. To me, his silence felt like an admission of guilt; he seemed to accept every accusation and every burst of anger I hurled at him.Truly, this was not what I had hoped for. I had wanted Mr. Jefri to try to calm my emotions and coax me out of my anger. I had hoped he would ask why I was so upset, then explain that it was all j

The next day, during the campus festival, I purposefully left home early to avoid running into Dita. I also made sure not to reach out to her, as I still wasn't ready to face my so-called best friend.I decided to kill time at a bookstore in the mall near campus. The festival was set to start at 8:00 PM, and I had already left the house around 6:00 PM. I wandered the mall alone, trying to soothe my foul mood, while also checking if my own book was still on the shelves.It had been quite a while since I last published a book; the last one was probably six months ago. Lately, I had only been focused on writing web novels, and even those were rarely updated due to the demands of my thesis and my messy romantic entanglement with Mr. Jefri."Wow, my book is actually still here," I murmured with a sense of pride.It felt good to see my work still occupying a spot on the bestseller shelf. It was a little boost to my morale. Throughout my life, I had always poured my anxieties into my writing