Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 197: Mentor (Part 1)

Chapter 197: Mentor (Part 1)

Because the plan was too hasty, and many things could not go smoothly, but it didn’t matter.

No amount of proof seemed to outweigh Amalia’s persuasive statement.

Laurencia Kirilova’s words immediately shifted everyone’s attention back to him.

They came to the dean’s office, isn’t it to deal with Grace Rodriguez’s matter?

Why is there another issue?

"If Dean Kirilova needs to work in the office, then we’ll take our leave."

The middle-aged man stood up immediately; he didn’t want to stay any longer, it only embarrassing himself.

"Mr. Rodriguez, there’s no need to rush; your presence is also required for this matter because..." Laurencia Kirilova calmly shifted her gaze to Grace Rodriguez, "it’s directly related to your niece Grace Rodriguez."

The middle-aged man thought Laurencia Kirilova wanted to investigate Grace Rodriguez’s accusations against Amalia, so he rolled up his sleeves, and said, "She’s a student from Hevenly Path University. Whatever you decide for her, it’s none of my concern."

He quickly distanced himself, leaving Grace Rodriguez’s face even paler, and making her bitten, and reddened lips losing their color.

"Oh, Mr. Rodriguez, if you don’t tell me, I almost forgot about it; slandering a classmate for hiring someone to assault her is deserves for punishment. Let’s note a major offense for now. However..." Laurencia Kirilova smiled, and changing the subject, "I have something else to discuss. Before that, we need to wait for two more people. I’ve already informed them to come up, so please wait a moment."

The middle-aged man didn’t take it seriously, but he had to save face for Laurencia Kirilova, so he sat back down.

"Amalia, please wait here as well." Laurencia Kirilova spoke to Amalia with a gentle tone.

Amalia exchanged a glance with him, "Thank you, Dean."

Laurencia Kirilova nodded with a smile and fell silent.

Alex Rodriguez and Grace Rodriguez who is also standing, wished they could find a hole to hide in.

After three minutes of agony, Hela brought the two people that the dean has been mentioned, and finally breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, upon seeing the newcomers, their hearts raced again.

Director Gimenez and Zenon Xanco—how could they be here?!

"Dean, the people have arrived," Hela said and then left.

Director Gimenez, with a serious expression, suddenly grabbed his nephew Zenon Xanco’s ear and kicked his knee, "You brat, kneel down and apologize!"

"I’m sorry, Uncle, I won’t do it again!" Zenon Xanco, full of panic, an be dared not to look towards the Dean and Professor Frans.

In his confusion, he caught sight of Grace Rodriguez shrinking into the corner and exclaimed, "It’s her, she is the one who encouraged me. I wasn’t intentionally targeting Amalia; I don’t even know her!"

"She encouraged you, and you just agreed? Is your brain filled with nonsense?" Director Gimenez’s hand slapped him repeatedly on the head.

When Dean Kirilova come to him personally, and asking why he had rejected Amalia’s transfer application, he couldn’t remember he has been rejecting it at all.

It was because this semester, the transfer requests were rare, and the reasons were generally valid, so he had approved them all.

He only found that email in the trash later.

Director Gimenez, recalling his nephew’s unnatural behavior during that time and two times visits to his study, he understood everything.

He was so angry that he almost choling himself to death.

Thinking about this, Director Gimenez’s grip on Zenon Xanco became a bit stronger.

Zenon Xanco was in pain, he held his head but dared not evade.

He cried, and explaining, "She told me she disliked Amalia and didn’t want her to shine in the future. I feel softened and agreed."

"Zenon Xanco, don’t talk nonsense. I never told you about these things. What you did is your own doing; don’t try to pin it on me." Grace Rodriguez suddenly raised her head, she glaring at him with reddened eyes, and said sternly.

Zenon Xanco was stunned, as if he did not expecting her to shift all the blame to him, and he suddenly thought of the forum posts.

Now he finally understood – Grace Rodriguez had been using him all along.

She know that he liked her and that he was Director Gimenez’s nephew, so she approached him and encouraged him to do such things.

"I was blind," Zenon Xanco lowered his head in remorse.

"Dean, Professor, Amalia, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been deceived by Grace Rodriguez and committed such acts. Each person should be responsible for their actions. I’m willing to accept any punishment. Please don’t blame my uncle; he has nothing to do with this."

Without defending himself, he admitted his mistake decisively.

It was contrasting sharply with Grace Rodriguez’s attempt to shift blame.

Hearing his nephew’s words, Director Gimenez felt both heartache and helplessness.

He rubbed his forehead, saying, "Dean, if blame must be assigned, you have to blame me. I failed to guide him properly. I’m willing to take responsibility for Zenon."

"Oh, Old Man Gimenez, you do have to take responsibility, but don’t be in a rush to shoulder it all. We’ll handle each case separately," Dean Kirilova said with a smiling squint.

If it weren’t for the situation, Director Gimenez would probably be very speechless.

"Now, let’s deal with the first matter," Dean Kirilova shifted her gaze to the anxious Grace Rodriguez.

"First, for falsely accusing and defaming Amalia, we’ll note a major offense. Now, for inciting Zenon Xanco and disrupting the school’s rules and regulations, a serious offense. Professor Frans, according to the college rules, how should we handle this?"

"It should be expelled, and never to be admitted again, and a public announcement to serve as a warning to the entire school," Professor Frans replied coldly.

Grace Rodriguez’s legs went weak, she collapsing to the ground.

It’s over – her life was over.

"Let’s proceed this way," Dean Kirilova nodded.

He then addressed the middle-aged man with a grim expression, "Mr. Rodriguez, as Grace Rodriguez’s father is not in the Royal Durian Capital City, I would trouble you to accompany her to complete the necessary procedures."