His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 398

The principal gasped sharply, issuing apology after apology.

Virginia's eyes were utterly unreadable, though her knuckles had turned white from gripping her phone so tightly.

A moment later, she coldly raised her phone and snapped a photo of the monitor. Then, she turned her icy glare toward the principal.

"Where is this Ms. Watson right now?"

A few minutes later, on the second-floor hallway.

Ms. Watson was holding a water bottle, preparing to enter her classroom.

"Ms. Watson." Virginia walked over, blocking her path. "I need a word with you. Let's speak privately."

Ms. Watson didn't recognize Virginia, but this was a highly exclusive academy where every parent was either rich or powerful. She assumed this parent was probably here to offer her a bribe.

Her eyes lit up. Wearing a massive smile, she eagerly led Virginia into an empty classroom at the end of the hall.

The moment they stepped inside, Virginia reached behind her and locked the door, the deadbolt engaging with a sharp click.

"...Ma'am, what are you..."

Smack!

Before Ms. Watson could finish her sentence, a vicious slap echoed across her face.

She had absolutely no time to react. Virginia had put her entire body weight behind the swing. The sheer force snapped her head to the side, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her water bottle hit the floor with a loud crack, denting from the impact.

"You hit me?!" Ms. Watson shrieked, clutching her face and glaring at Virginia with pure hatred.

Virginia didn't waste a single breath. She raised her leg and delivered a brutal kick directly to the woman's stomach.

Ms. Watson let out an agonizing scream and collapsed to the floor, clutching her stomach in pain.

As if that wasn't enough, Virginia walked over, grabbed the woman by her hair, and yanked her head back, delivering two more back-to-back, bone-rattling slaps across her face.

Ms. Watson was slumped on the floor, bruised and battered, wailing in agony. Virginia stood beside her, her face like carved ice.

Virginia's long hair was slightly messy, and her chest was heaving. Her eyes were burning with a savage, untouchable hostility.

In this state, she looked nothing like the cold, ethereal woman who seemed entirely detached from the world. Instead, she radiated sheer, unadulterated ruthlessness.

Archer swallowed hard.

He had never seen her like this...

Snapping back to reality, he quickly stepped forward. Spotting Virginia's reddened palm, he instinctively reached out, grasped her hand, and began gently massaging it.

The overly intimate gesture caused Virginia to frown. She immediately tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go.

"I'm calling the cops!" Seeing that the newcomer wasn't there to save her, Ms. Watson pointed at Virginia from the floor and screamed. "You psychotic bitch! My uncle is a board member of The Lockhart Group! I'm going to make sure you rot in prison!"