Chapter 418
Chapter 418:
The sheer bluntness of Hugh’s remark caught him off guard, and his amused chuckles filled the air.
Monica, already fuming, whirled on him. “John, what’s so funny?” she snapped. “You see me in trouble, and you think it’s a joke p>
Monica glared at him, her anger shifting targets. Everyone knew John was a jerk—playful, careless, and always stirring the pot. She never liked him much and constantly worried that his antics would rub off on Austin.
John, catching the fire in her eyes, leaned against the wall with a devil-may-care attitude, his grin widening.
John turned to the security guard—or rather, the president of this university—with a playful grin. “Mr. Wilson, what a surprise! I didn’t expect to see you multitasking like this at the school, wearing so many hats p>
Hugh waved a hand dismissively, his expression casual. “It’s just a personal hobby p>
Monica’s head snapped toward Hugh, her pulse quickening as a realization struck her.
Could this so-called security guard somehow be related to the Wilson family of Kheley?
Though they weren’t particularly wealthy, the Wilsons were practically legends in the field of education. Two of their members were even renowned scholars across the country—Kason Wilson, president of Tsking University in the north, and Hugh Wilson, president of Kheley University in the south.
Together, they were revered as giants in academia, with students spread across the globe. In fact, the university Monica attended also had a president with the surname Wilson.
A bead of sweat formed on Monica’s temple as it dawned on her that this man before her wasn’t just any guard—he was likely the president of Kheley University.
𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 →
And the fact that Monica had just treated him like an obstacle made her stomach twist.
“Mr. Wilson, I deeply apologize. I didn’t realize it was you. I—” She trailed off, mentally cringing at how rude her earlier behavior must have seemed.
Hugh raised a hand, cutting off Monica mid-sentence with a gesture that exuded authority. His tone was calm but carried the weight of finality, making it clear he had no patience for her excuses.
“Miss Mitchell,” he said, his words deliberate and cutting. “I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing your version of courtesy in person. Let me remind you—there is dignity in all work. You may enjoy your place in the spotlight, performing for applause, but even if I stand here at the door, my role is vital. Ensuring safety and order is not beneath anyone p>
He locked eyes with her, his gaze cold and unyielding. “Your arrogance is not something we tolerate. Rest assured, you will not be invited back with that attitude p>
“Mr. Wilson, I—” Monica stammered, her voice trembling as if she were choking on her own words. Her usual confidence crumbled under his unwavering stare.
The administrative director shifted uncomfortably, glancing between them. Finally, he leaned toward Hugh, his voice low. “Mr. Wilson, I understand your position, but we still need a performer for the final act. Replacing her on such short notice will be nearly impossible p>
Monica, who had begun to turn toward the exit, froze. The administrative director’s words sparked a flicker of hope.
Perhaps this wasn’t the end after all.
But Hugh remained unfazed. He waved off the concern, a flicker of something almost playful in his eyes. “No need to worry,” he said, his voice laced with quiet confidence. “I’ve helped Yelena, and now it’s time she returns the favor p>
With that, he turned on his heel and walked inside.
Monica stared after him, disbelief etched across her face. Surely, they would reconsider. Surely, someone would call her back. But no one did. One by one, they all disappeared through the door, leaving her alone in the corridor.
Inside the auditorium, Austin managed to secure a seat beside Yelena.
With a relaxed smile, he leaned slightly toward her, ready to pick up their conversation as the event got underway.