Two weeks had passed since the incident with Kevin Springer, it caused him so much embarrassment that he almost felt like going crazy at any moment.
Although it was a loss for Arthur Wolfson to let go of a talented man like him, it won't incur disadvantages to the Weaver Faction that much… because Kevin was replaceable.
"F*ck!"
Kevin Springer blurted out while he was sitting on his bed, alone in his dorm room. His hands were touching, at the same time scratching his head as a sign of irritation. The bluish moon illuminated his dormitory room, adding a feeling of serenity to the atmosphere, contradicting what Kevin felt at the moment.
