Though they couldn't see the face, both I and the elegantly dressed young men around knew exactly who it was.
Ms. Zackary was staring at me with a mocking smile, her eyes gleaming with pure schadenfreude.
She was clearly doing this on purpose, trying to make me squirm.
"Old witch..." I wanted to explode, but I knew damn well that getting angry wouldn't help.
I tried to push down the rage burning in my chest, but my fury kept rising, making me suddenly gag as blood rushed up my throat!
The people around me stared in shock, some calling out in concern.
"Mr. Raymond, what's wrong? Are you sick?" someone asked worriedly.
I wiped the blood from my mouth, waved them off, and said, "It's nothing..."
Ms. Zackary smiled coldly from the stage above. "If you're not feeling well, go home and rest. No point pushing yourself."
I shot Ms. Zackary a cold look, then turned to leave.
"Hmph, you're still too green to mess with me." Ms. Zackary's voice hit my ears.
