Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Roman

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I looked around the room, my gaze sweeping over every face seated at the table. If looks could kill, no one would be breathing.

My jaw was clenched so tightly it ached. I could feel the thin line between control and destruction stretched to its limit. If I didn’t still have reasons, I would have burned the entire room to the ground without hesitation.

Normally, I didn’t involve myself in things like this. I despised petty scandals, academic politics, rumors passed around by bored minds with too much time and too little intelligence. People talked until they got bored and moved on to something else. None of it had ever mattered to me.

That was before it involved her.

When I arrived on campus today, the whispers were everywhere. Students huddled in corners, phones clutched in their hands as they gossiped. At first, I ignored it like I always did, until I heard her name dragged through the mud by people like them.

I went straight to the campus news site and saw the articles, the photos, the lies By the time I finished reading, my hands were shaking with barely restrained fury. And when I heard there was a closed-door meeting deciding her future, something in me finally snapped.

Now, seeing them seated here, calmly discussing her life as if it were a case study, or a stain to be scrubbed away, my eyes burned. Who did these fools think they were? What right did they have? Who had given them the authority to speak about her that way?

They were going to pay for this. Every last one of them.

The room fell silent the moment they noticed me. Even the dean looked up in surprise, his brows knitting together as if he couldn’t quite believe I was standing there. After all, I didn’t attend meetings or interfere until now.

A female professor blinked rapidly, clearly thrown off. “P-Professor Roman?” she stammered. “W-what are you doing here?”

“End this meeting,” I said calmly. “And never attempt something like this again.”

My voice was low and commanding. It wasn’t a request. The authority in my tone made several people straighten instinctively, as if their bodies had decided to obey before their minds could catch up.

One of

“Pros Professors

snapped out of it. He stood abruptly, irritation etched across his face, and pointed a finger at me.

“Professor Roman, what is the meaning of this?” he snapped. “Who do you think you are, barging in here and telling us what to do? We’re in the middle of an important meeting, you can’t just walk in and say whatever you want.”

I turned my gaze to him slowly. The room seemed to grow colder. “Who allowed you to speak?”

The effect was immediate.

He flinched, taking a step back without even realizing it, his confidence crumbling in an instant. It wasn’t logic that made him retreat, it was instinct. The kind prey feels when it realizes it’s standing too close to a predator.

“Huh? Did you see that?” someone murmured. “He actually stepped back.”

“I know, right? He’s always so aggressive with everyone. I’ve never seen him hesitate like that.”

“Everyone knows he’s the most problematic professor here,” another voice said quietly. “But even he’s scared of Professor

Roman.”

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Chapter 147

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“Who wouldn’t be? There’s something about him. He’s a professor like the rest of us, but he’s different. Even the dean treats him with respect,” a woman added under her breath. “Do you think it’s because of his connections?”

“Who knows, for all we know, he could be from a very powerful family.”

The professor’s face flushed red as he listened to their words, his jaw tightening so hard I could see the muscle ticking beneath his skin. Anger radiated off him as he turned and snapped, “All this time, I’ve been trying to stay silent because the dean told

you.” His eyes burned as they locked onto mine. “But even if you have connections to the dean, table and disrespectful.”

your behavior is

The room went still. A few professors exchanged uneasy looks, but no one interrupted him.

“No matter who you are,” he continued, stepping closer, trying to intimidate me, “you don’t get to think you’re better than everyone here

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