Chapter 905

Serena frowned.

His tone p>

It was incredibly hostile.

An uneducated country bumpkin?

That phrasing sounded exactly like p>

Something Isabella would say.

Was this man one of Isabella’s connections?

“Who let you in?” Director Keaton slammed his teacup onto the table, his face turning cold. “You have absolutely no manners. Do you think a student like you can just waltz into the Chancellor’s office p>

He grabbed a file from the desk and threw it directly at Serena’s feet. “Get the hell out p>

Serena glanced down.

It was her admissions file.

Of course, Mr. Harrison and the Chancellor had heavily redacted it, leaving only the most basic information.

Even her family background was left blank.

She had initially tolerated him because he was sitting in the Chancellor’s office, assuming he was staff.

But since he wanted to act like this.

She wasn’t going to play nice either. “Are you the Chancellor p>

Director Keaton paused. “What p>

“If you’re not the Chancellor, what gives you the right to make decisions for him?” Serena’s voice was perfectly calm, devoid of any fluctuation.

Without waiting for a response.

She walked straight over to the large executive desk, pulled out the Chancellor’s genuine leather chair, and lazily sat down.

Her absolute nonchalance gave Director Keaton a jarring illusion.

For a second, she didn’t look like the broke girl Bianca had described; she looked like a queen casually taking her rightful throne.

“W-What the hell are you doing p>

Director Keaton shook off the

absurd thought, leaping up from the sofa in a rage. “That’s the Chancellors seat! Do you think a bumpkin like you can sit there? Get up right now p>

He stormed toward her. “Who pulled strings to get you into Marington? You don’t deserve to breathe the air here! I’ll call security and have you thrown out right now p>

Serena leaned back in the chair, crossing her long legs with an aura of absolute dominance and grace.

“You’re kicking me out p>

Serena lazily lifted her gaze, a careless smirk playing on her lips as she watched him approach. Her voice was light. “Are you entirely sure you have the authority for that p>

“I don’t have the authority?!” Director Keaton scoffed in disbelief. “The Doyle family donates millions of

dollars to this school every year t

represent the Doyles, and I’m a board director! Kicking you out is as easy as crushing an ant p>

Serena let out a soft laugh.

The Doyle family?

Now she understood. He was one of Bianca’s lackeys.

Bianca was truly pathetic.

She raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “Since when does a single director run all of Marington p>

Her pale, slender fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the desk. “You want me gone now, but I guarantee that in a few minutes… you’ll be begging me to stay p>

“You’ll be down on the floor, pleading with me p>

Serena’s voice was laced with a predatory, mocking chill.

“Ha!” Director Keaton barked a laugh at her sheer arrogance.

He had thrown his weight around this school for years; even the professors walked

on eggshells around him.

And now this little brat was threatening him?

“Me, pleading with you?” Director

Keaton sneered at the girl who showed him absolutely zero respect. “Who do you think you are? You’re just a nobody trying to act tough! Let me tell you p>

Before he could finish his tirade.

A flurry of frantic footsteps echoed from the hallway.

“Hurry up! Run faster! We can’t keep Miss Lancaster waiting p>