Laura Finley's eyes widened as she screamed in shock, "Teacher Woolley, what do you mean by that!?"
She had been almost strangled a while back and her voice was still hoarse, shrill, and hard to listen to. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, appeared dreadful.
Jessie Woolley coldly retorted, "Watson Courtyard can't accommodate someone as lofty as you. Either you step down by yourself or I'll personally dismiss you."
She was no fool; she quickly grasped the gist of the matter.
As the senior's room key had been misplaced recently and subsequently found eavesdropped on, Laura Finley walked in with it in her hand shortly after. What sort of malicious intentions had she harbored that even required guessing? After all, the formula N114 was so precious that everyone with the slightest understanding was aware of it.
She would never give room for such ominous signs to evolve.
They had to be nipped in the bud!
Laura Finley was startled and confused.
