She must have thrown the self-criticism report and the gift into the trash can in a fit of rage, right?
Jane Sampson chuckled to herself. Hmph, let him be annoyed with her all day long; she ought to give him a taste of his own medicine and let him feel how explosive it is to be infuriated to near-death.
Even though the spare key to James Black's dormitory was still in its original place, Jane nonetheless resisted the urge to sneak over. She was afraid of being caught by James. If James, still fuming, were to catch her, she would be done for.
