Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Rumors and Paperwork
The thunderous roar of the Lamborghini Temerario’s V8 engine echoed off the stone walls of the campus buildings as Alexander pulled into the parking lot. A car that loud, pushing 920 horsepower, was impossible to miss. By the time he swung the scissor door upward and stepped out onto the asphalt, dozens of students were stopping in their tracks, openly staring.
Alexander adjusted his jacket and began walking down the main courtyard path toward the Finance building. Everywhere he looked, groups of students were huddled together, whispering furiously and glancing at him out of the corners of their eyes.
What the hell did I do now? Alexander thought, his brow furrowing. Are there new rumors floating around, or is everyone just losing their minds over the car?
He ignored the chatter, maintaining his long stride until he reached his classroom.
Inside, the atmosphere was quiet. Sophie was standing right by the teacher’s podium, focused on organizing a stack of informational brochures and pamphlets to hand out for the day’s lecture.
A handful of other classmates were scattered across the desks, but the moment Alexander walked through the door, every one of them looked away minding their own business. Nobody was stupid enough to give him trouble anymore. Ever since he had brutally handled the last guy who tried to step to him, he had become the single most dangerous person in the room—an enemy nobody could afford to make.
The moment Sophie noticed his presence, she stopped exactly what she was doing. She dropped the brochures onto the podium, turned around, and marched up to him, her sharp eyes locking onto his.
"So," said Sophie, her voice dropping into a direct unbothered whisper. "I guess Professor Isabella is obsessed with your cock too?"
"What?" Alexander blurted out, a rare stutter escaping his lips as his composure caught a snag. "Why the hell would you say that? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, please, don’t look at me like that. I’m not even mad," said Sophie, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. "But you might want to go sort that out right now. Word around the department is that the administration is preparing the paperwork to kick her out of the university."
Alexander’s expression turned cold. Without saying another word, he spun around on his heel, walked out of the classroom, and headed down the faculty hallway toward Isabella’s private office.
He didn’t bother knocking. He smoothly turned the handle, slipped into the room, and closed the door behind him.
Isabella was sitting behind her large mahogany desk, furious. Her fingers were clacking against her laptop keyboard as she drafted a formal document, her face flushed with anger and stress. She was so consumed by her own rage that she didn’t even hear the door open.
Alexander walked across the office with silent, easy steps and sat casually on the edge of the plush leather sofa facing her desk, stretching his long legs out as he waited.
Nearly three full minutes passed in silence, filled only by the aggressive sound of her typing. Finally, Isabella hit the enter key with a sharp snap, rubbed her temples, and blinked as she finally noticed the silhouette resting in her room.
She jumped slightly, her hand flying to her chest.
"Jesus!" gasped Isabella, her voice sharp as she glared at him. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Alexander?"
"Someone is trying to ruin me," Isabella hissed, slamming her laptop screen shut with a sharp click. "Those bastards...!"
"Do you know who did it?" asked Alexander, his voice entirely calm as he leaned forward.
"No, it was an anonymous complaint filed directly with the board," said Isabella, reaching into her drawer and pulling out a thick manila folder, tossing it onto the desk.
Alexander picked it up and flipped it open. Inside were several high-resolution, clear photographs of the two of them kissing in the campus parking lot. Alexander stared at the angle, his eyes narrowing slightly as he recalled the exact afternoon it happened.
"Well, it looks like someone has been tracking us," said Alexander, tossing the folder back onto the mahogany wood.
"Yes, and they sent the entire set directly to the rector’s office this morning," Isabella sighed, her shoulders slumping as she rubbed her temples. "They’re using it as leverage to force a disciplinary hearing."
Alexander stood up from the sofa, walking around the large desk until he stood right behind her chair. He placed his hands on her tense shoulders, his thumbs digging firmly into her tight muscles, delivering a heavy, relaxing massage.
"Does this place really matter that much to you?" whispered Alexander, his eyes drifting down to the laptop screen, reading the lines of the document she had been drafting before he walked in. It was a formal resignation letter. "You’re just going to quit outright?"
"I only took this teaching position because I owed a personal favor to the previous rector," said Isabella, letting out a weary breath as she leaned back into his touch, her eyes closing. "Ever since she stepped down, I’ve had no real reason to remain at this university anyway. This just gives me an excuse to cut the ties clean."
Alexander stopped his movements, a dark smirk slowly spreading across his face as a new plan began to take shape in his mind.
Speaking of which... I’ve been looking for an excuse to walk away from this place myself, thought Alexander, his hand sliding down to rest against the curve of her neck.
"You know, Isabella," said Alexander, his voice dropping into a low, confident rumble as he leaned down close to her ear. "I’ve been thinking about leaving this academy behind too... and it turns out I have a very interesting proposal for you."
Isabella turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting his as a spark of curiosity replaced the frustration in her eyes. A playful smirk touched her lips, and she looked up at him through her lashes with a wicked expression.
"Oh, really?" murmured Isabella, her voice dropping into a sultry, teasing purr that vibrated in the quiet office. "And what kind of proposal are we talking about, Alexander?"
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