Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 289

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Betty's face burned with pain. She widened her eyes and lunged at Zinnia, ready to strike back. Maisie quickly

pulled Zinnia aside, causing Betty to crash into her instead. Anne instinctively stepped in to help.

At one point, Zinnia grabbed a handful of Betty's hair. Betty shrieked, and Anne instinctively pushed Zinnia in an

attempt to intervene.

“Zinnia,” Maisie shouted in alarm, kicking Anne in chaos as she tried to protect her friend.

Acting on impulse, Betty grabbed Maisie’s hair, making her wince in pain. Seeing this, Zinnia didn’t hesitate. She

reached out and yanked Betty's hair hard.

From behind cthe startled voices of Ethan and the others. “Zinnia, what's going on here?”

In no time, the stairwell turned into chaos-students of Class 19 and Class 2 were brawling. The students of Class

19 stood fiercely on their own, while students of Class 2, unwilling to watch their classmates get overwhelmed,

jumped right into the fray.

“What are you little punks up to now? What's all this chaos?” Just as the brawl reached its peak, an enraged

voice boomed across the scene.

A man shouted, “Stop! You little troublemakers think you can turn the whole school upside down?” The dean

stormed in, furious at the sight of the brawl ahead, barking orders to the security guards behind him to pull the

students apart.

“Who gave you the nerve to mess with someone from our class?” Even as the guards were dragging Ethan away,

he lashed out with a kick aimed at one of the boys from Class 2.

“Ethan, you little rascal, stop it!” The dean, Tom Hardy, a man in his fifties, gave him a sharp glare, and his tone

brooked no argument.

“All of you, to my office! This is a school, not a street brawl. Think you're tough, do you?” He swept his gaze over

the defiant faces from both classes, his anger barely contained.

Surrounded by security guards, the group was ushered toward the dean's office. On the way, Zinnia noticed that

Maisie’s hair was in a mess because of the scuffle. Feeling guilty, she reached out to smooth it. “Maisie, I'm

really sorry. Are you okay?”

She lowered her gaze, a pang of guilt washing over her. If it hadn't been for her, Maisie wouldn't have gotten

hurt.

“It's nothing, Zinnia. I've long been sick of Betty. Giving her a good beating today felt amazing.” Maisie rolled her

shoulders and casually tousled her hair, her face glowing with satisfaction.

“You two got into a fight and didn’t even think to call us? Look at you-almost lost the fight.” Ethan and Brian

walked up, their mock annoyance barely hiding their amusement.

“It just broke out on the spot. Who had tto call anyone? Anyway, we didn’t lose. | yanked out a bunch of

Betty's hair, and Zinnia landed a slap on her face. We totally cout on top.” Maisie waved it off casually.

“But seriously, we really owe you two today, otherwise, Zinnia and | would've taken a hit. Everyone. Lunch is on

me. We're meeting at Blue Moon Grill!” Maisie called out, turning to shout excitedly at her classmates behind

her.

“Awesome. We'll be waiting for your treat, Maisie.”

“Sounds good.”

“Thanks. Maisie.”

The students from Class 19 responded with great enthusiasm. Their unity was unrivaled. Most of the boys were

loyal and eager to support one another. Those who hadn't lunch also participated in the fight, achieving an

overwhelming victory. The battle was truly exhilarating.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Class 2 was much gloomier. Different from Class 19, they didn’t have a strong

sense of camaraderie. Sstudents who didn’t want to get involved were pulled into the fight, only to end up

being beaten and humiliated.

To make things worse, they lost the fight. Now, many of them cast resentful glances at Betty. They thought, What

was Betty even thinking, picking a fight with Class 197°

“Maisie!” The dean, furious and stomping ahead, turned around and shouted as the crowd started getting noisy

again.

Maisie held back a smirk and stayed quiet. She thought, ‘This old guy just loves to nag.’

Other students from Class 19 quieted down, but they couldn't resist whispering among themselves, poking fun at

Class 2. They strutted around like proud peacocks, their smugness practically oozing.

“Zinnia, you're not hurt, are you?” Maisie turned to her with concern. The fight had been such a chaotic mess,

and she wasn’t sure if Zinnia had gotten hurt.

Zinnia said, “I'm fine, no real injuries. That scratch on your face though; I'll grab sointment for you later.”

Zinnia really didn’t get hurt. Maisie had been shielding her the whole time, and the rest of Class 19 quickly

rushed over. She was practically pushed out of the fight before she could even get involved, let alone injured.

Only her hair was a bit of a mess; someone must've yanked it in chaos. The neatly tied bun was now crooked,

wobbling awkwardly on top of her head.

“It's nothing,” Maisie said with a careless smile, brushing her face. A small scratch, now scabbed over, marked

her cheek. Zinnia couldn't shake the guilt, though, feeling bad for what had happened.

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The group marched into the disciplinary office and were given a serious lecture. Most of them involved in the

commotion were required to write reflection essays and were then dismissed. However, four key individuals -

Zinnia, Maisie, Betty, and Anne-were told to stay.

“Mr. Hardy. | was part of the fight too. Letstay, or I'll feel totally left out.” Ethan clung to the office door,

grinning as he tried to negotiate with the dean.

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“You little troublemaker. Double your essay.” Tom's eye twitched.

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Outside the door, Brian reacted quickly, yanking Ethan away. “You two, get lost!” Tom barked. His glare was icy

as he shot them both a look.

“So grumpy. Careful, or you'll end up with memory loss when you're old,” Ethan muttered from outside,

completely unfazed. His laid-back personality and frequent run-ins with Tom had made their exchanges oddly

familiar.

“Get out of here. Brian, drag him away and make sure he writes a thousand-word essay!” Tom was fuming,

clearly at his limit with this rascal.

“Wait, Mr. Hardy, wasn't it just five hundred words? That's so unfair.” Ethan's eyes widened in mock disbelief.

“It's doubled. And if you're even one word short, you'll be standing in the hallway as punishment.” Tom's

temples throbbed as he smacked the doorframe.

“Alright, a thousand it is.” Ethan quickly relented, not wanting to push him over the edge. He tugged Brian along,

retreating out of sight while sneaking glances back into the office.

Once Ehtan finally left, Tom let out a long sigh, his anger mostly spent. He turned his attention back to the four

students standing inside the office, his earlier fury now significantly subdued.

Tom said, “Wait until your homeroom teacher gets here. You're all grown-ups now, but still getting into fights?”

His tone had softened quite a bit.

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