Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 687 - 686: How Violent, Kicked the Principal
CRAP!
She had a strong hunch that the CEO would definitely be furious.
At that moment, Fiona Sutton had packed all her stuff and was already dragging her suitcase downstairs.
"HUH?"
She blinked, looking at Maxwell Peary who appeared nearby.
Maxwell Peary was here?
"Principal."
Fiona Sutton let go of the suitcase handle and marched straight to the Principal.
Regardless of what had occurred earlier, she directly walked up to him and kicked him hard twice.
"You had it coming, you arrogant jerk! I’m not your student anymore. I’ve been holding grudges, and payback time starts today! So you charged such high tuition fees, exploited us students, and flaunted your power! CRAP!"
Fiona Sutton roared viciously while continuing her vengeful kicks!
Maxwell Peary watched the crude Fiona Sutton, his brow furrowed.
Was this... the person Yancy Hastings was interested in?
TSK, TSK.
Wasn’t Yancy Hastings one to pay attention to manners and etiquette?
This woman was... simply... extraordinarily crude.
However... her behavior... it did remind him of Yancy Hastings; she was just as domineering.
"HUMPH!"
After a few more kicks, Fiona Sutton straightened out her clothes and touched her nose.
"I’ll beat you up every time I see you!"
She dropped the harsh threat, turned her head, and looked at Nia Mitchell.
"What’s with that face?"
It seemed like Nia Mitchell disapproved of her again.
"UH... you... calm down a bit."
Nia Mitchell looked at her awkwardly, then offered an awkward smile.
"It seems... something happened, right?"
Only then did Fiona Sutton notice something wasn’t right.
Why was the Principal sitting on the ground?
Why did the security guards just stand aside and watch while she was hitting the Principal?
Why did she feel like she had missed something?
Nia Mitchell gestured with her free hand towards Maxwell Peary, who was standing beside her.
Fiona Sutton instantly understood, her face beaming with a smile, nodding incessantly to indicate that she got it.
Ah, Young Master Peary!
With Young Master Peary on the scene, everything was under control. Maxwell Peary must have already handled it. With him here, he could easily take care of all these people.
Hehe, it seemed she had been riding on his coattails.
"So, what’s the situation now?"
Fiona Sutton blinked. She *had* hit the Principal!
"Let’s go."
Maxwell Peary was growing impatient.
Nia Mitchell didn’t move, bit her lip, and finally lifted her head to look at the CEO.
"Uncle, I still want to... go out with Fiona..."
The rest of her sentence got stuck. She wanted to go out and have fun!
She planned to hang out with Fiona Sutton today but didn’t expect all this to happen.
"You..."
Young Master Peary was furious. This damn little Rabina Mitchell! Not only was she ungrateful, but she also...
"Whatever you want!"
Saying this, he instantly let go of the hand he’d been holding, turned abruptly, and headed towards his Rolls-Royce.
Watching him leave in a huff, Nia Mitchell bit her lip, standing in place, not knowing what to do.
Did Uncle get angry?
CRAP!
Just as Maxwell Peary opened his car door, he hesitated for a moment, but eventually didn’t get in. Instead, he turned around and came back to Nia Mitchell.
"Uncle..."
Nia Mitchell pouted. Seeing him approach her again with such a dark expression, she felt a little apprehensive.
"The keys!"
He extended his well-defined right hand. Its palm bore light calluses, but they didn’t mar its handsome appearance.
Keys?
Nia Mitchell frowned, thinking for a long moment. The only keys she had on her were for the Maybach.
She bit her lip and put the keys in Maxwell Peary’s hand.
Uncle must be angry that she’d taken the car out and scratched it; that’s why he wanted the keys back.
Maxwell Peary took the Maybach keys, and without even looking at Nia Mitchell, placed the Rolls-Royce keys in her hand.
He turned around, opened the door of the Maybach, stepped on the gas, and drove off with a roar.
