Bring Your A Game, Mr
Chapter 358

Chapter 358

A scornful Elise stared at Amelia. Like Johan and Jeremy, this woman was so good at crying foul when she was the one who came to cause trouble.

After a moment of consideration, Elise decided that while she did in fact have no direct quarrel with Amelia, she still had harbored no goodwill for any of Johan and Jeremy's family members. Very well. If the boys are going to send someone else to fight on their behalf, I might as well deal with all of them in one fell swoop.

And so, she opened her mouth only to have Olive speak up first.

"Were you the one who assaulted this woman, Elise?"

No such serious altercations had occurred ever since Olive became the Dean of

Tissote University. If it was not handled well, this incident would become a stain on her resume.

Therefore, it didn't matter who Elise was and where she came from. Olive would go to any means necessary to resolve things as quickly as possible.

"Yes," a calm Elise answered.

"So, you're admitting to provoking a fight on school grounds?" Olive pushed her glasses up her nose, slightly calming down at the confession.

As long as she could get Elise to bear all of the responsibility and make any necessary apologies and reparations for Amelia's grievances to dissipate, the problem would be resolved on its own. Despite her popularity in school, Elise didn't come from much of a background. On the other hand, Amelia Olson had appeared on the cover of an entertainment magazine more than once and she was even highly valued by Stanley Olson, the patriarch of Olson Family.

As the apple of Stanley's eye, Amelia only needed to tell someone to jump before they would ask how high. Even though she had overstepped her boundaries somewhat by trespassing on school grounds with her bodyguards, she was ultimately injured. If the situation was not handled in a manner that was satisfactory to her, there was no doubt that the school would be in hot water.

For the sake of the bigger picture, Elise would have no choice but to take the loss. After all, she was part of the school; surely she could understand Olive's difficult position.

Unfortunately, Elise would not play along and she only scowled before saying impatiently, "I was defending myself. Everyone at the teaching building saw it, Dean Goodman."

The title was bitten out sharply, as if in question of the dean's intelligence.

Of course, that was exactly what Elise meant to do. It was ridiculous to her for a dean not to only refrain from figuring out the truth and protect the students' interests, but to partner up with an outsider to indiscriminately pressure her. Anyone with a weaker mental constitution would have broken down by now. However, Elise had not.

She would not. If anyone was going to break down, it would be Amelia.

At this time, when he read the news on the campus forum about Elise being slapped, Danny immediately set aside his matters at hand to rush in the direction of the university while calling Alexander at the same time.

At this moment, Alexander was in a video conference with his foreign work partners and had his phone placed on silent. Since the call was from Danny, Alexander reflexively set his phone aside for later. Danny waited until the call automatically disconnected before sending a text message to Alexander.

'Your wife is being bullied at school! Come ASAP!'

Then, Danny stepped on the accelerator and zoomed off in the direction of the school. How dare that woman assault someone from the Griffith Family! Did she not value her life any longer? At a red light, he picked up his cell phone once again to peruse the pictures that were posted to the forum. The more he glanced through them, the more he found the showily dressed woman to look familiar. Finally, as the light turned green, he recalled who she was.

Wasn't she Jeremy Olson's mother?

Meanwhile, Alexander carelessly glanced at the contents of the text message that had appeared on his cell phone before his gaze darkened. Nevertheless, he kept his expression neutral and appeared to still be focused on what the other party of the video conference said. It was only that below the screen, his long, well-defined fingers grabbed hold of the device and began to type rhythmically against it.

Soon enough, Danny received a reply on his side.

"An eye for an eye. Á tooth for a tooth?

Every syllable seemed emphatic.

"Very well." After seemingly having immunity now that Alexander had given his permission, Danny floored the accelerator and zoomed off with a screech.

At first, Olive thought she could have immediately rescued the school's reputation only to have Elise's words ruin her effort.

Now that she was irritated, she huffed incredulously before glaring at Elise with her bulging eyes. "What do you mean by that? Are you calling my abilities into question? Do you think you can criticize the work of whomever you wish simply because you're good at your studies? Look at what you did to Mrs. Shoal. However smart you might be or however good your grades are, a bad character makes you rotten to the core and means that you've utterly failed as a person!" Somewhat disdainfully, Elise shrank back.

However, it was for no other reason than that Olive was leaning in so close that she was nearly spitting on Elise's face.

When Olive finally finished speaking, Elise seamlessly stepped aside to increase their distance,

Then, she pulled a piece of wet wipe from her purse to clean her own face before calmly heading to clean Amelia's hands.

Naturally, Olive was so incensed by the series of actions that she stomped her foot. "Elise Sinclair! Now is not the time to be focused on sanitation! I'm teaching you a life lesson. How dare you act like this!"

A nonchalant Elise finished cleaning Amelia's hands before folding the piece of wet wipe in half. Then, she lifted her hand with her eyes set on the bin next to the desk. With a toss, the wet wipe arced through the air and landed unerringly inside the bin.

Only after withdrawing her hand did an indifferent Elise finally stare at the dean and sneer cynically, "Naturally, I pay attention to my lessons, Dean Goodman, but not everyone is qualified to teach."

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm not your teacher if I don't personally

conduct your lessons?" a confident Olive snapped with a raised voice. "Let me tell you something, Elise Sinclair-As long as you are a student at Tissote University, I have the right to sanction you, but you don't have the right to tell me what to do. How dare you call my qualifications to teach you into question! Students like you should be exposed to the media!"