She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 447: Hall Ticket(2)

Alex walked out of the admin block with his friends, his expression calm and composed. However, his mind was slightly occupied.

’Why is my hall ticket there?’ he wondered. ’Did she want to meet me, so she kept it in her office? Or is there something else going on?’

’Maybe she just wanted to meet me and thank me properly,’ He shook his head lightly.

Sarah, who had been observing him quietly, could tell something was off. She glanced at him with a worried expression and asked,

"Is everything alright, Alex? Why did they keep your hall ticket in the President’s office specifically? That’s... strange, right?"

Alex turned to look at her and gave a small, reassuring smile.

"Don’t worry," he said calmly. "It’s nothing serious. President ma’am isn’t a stranger to us. There’s probably some procedure or something. I’ll just go collect it and come back."

Sarah still looked a little doubtful, but she didn’t push further. Mike and Danny also stayed quiet, though they exchanged a quick glance between themselves.

Alex, however, didn’t seem too concerned on the surface. His steps remained steady as they continued walking.

"Well, well... look who’s here."

Alex slowly turned his head.

Marcus and his gang were standing a few steps away, deliberately blocking their path. Marcus wore his usual arrogant smirk, while his lackeys stood behind him with equally smug and mocking expressions.

Alex stared at Marcus without any change in his face. His expression remained relaxed, almost contemptuous, as if he were looking at something mildly irritating rather than a threat.

Marcus took a step forward, his eyes shifting between Alex and Sarah before settling back on Alex.

"Looks like even the college doesn’t want charity cases anymore," Marcus said loudly, his voice filled with mockery. "They refused to issue your hall ticket, huh? Must be tough."

He let out a short laugh and continued, his tone turning even more insulting.

"Unlike you, getting my hall ticket was easy. All I had to do was walk up and collect it like a normal person. But you?" Marcus tilted his head slightly, a cruel smirk on his lips. "If you want yours, maybe you should try begging me nicely. Who knows? Maybe then I’ll feel generous enough to help you get it."

His gang burst out laughing behind him, some of them clapping and whistling as if Marcus had said something brilliant.

"What are you so proud of?" he said, cutting through their laughter. "Weren’t you standing in the same damn line as us just a few minutes ago? So much for having a rich daddy. Looks like even he couldn’t save you from waiting like everyone else."

The laughter from Marcus’s gang died down almost instantly.

Marcus’s expression changed. The arrogant smirk vanished from his face, replaced by a cold and irritated glare. His jaw tightened as he turned his gaze toward Danny, clearly not expecting anyone to talk back to him like that.

Alex, on the other hand, didn’t react at all. He simply stared at Marcus with the same relaxed, almost contemptuous expression, as if he were looking at something mildly annoying rather than a threat. His calm demeanor only made Marcus’s anger stand out even more.

Marcus took another step forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he focused on Danny.

Then his gaze shifted from Danny to Sarah. A slow, devilish smile spread across his face as he looked at her directly.

"Sarah," he called out, his voice smooth but laced with mockery. "You must be quite panicked these days, right? With the final exams starting tomorrow and the job market being so competitive... it must be stressful thinking about the future."

He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I can help you with that, you know," Marcus continued, his tone turning almost generous. "My company is hiring fresh graduates this year. Good positions, decent pay, and proper growth. If you want, I can put in a word for you. It wouldn’t be difficult for me."

His smile widened as he glanced briefly at Danny before looking back at Sarah.

"Honestly, you’re wasting your time with these people," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Danny is clearly out of your league. And as for this poor ass standing next to you..." Marcus jerked his chin toward Alex with clear disdain.

"You should leave him before he drags you down with him. A girl like you deserves better than struggling with losers who can’t even get their own hall ticket without begging."

His gang chuckled behind him once again, clearly enjoying the show.

Sarah’s face darkened, while Mike and Danny clenched their fists. But Alex didn’t react. He simply kept staring at Marcus with that same calm, contemptuous gaze, like he was looking at a clown who didn’t know when to shut up.

"You look rather happy these days, Marcus," he said. "What happened? Did she finally agree to marry you or something?"

As he spoke, Alex casually gestured toward Sophia, who was standing a few steps away from the group. The moment her gaze met Alex’s, she quickly lowered her head, avoiding his eyes.

Alex’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.

He had seen how she had been acting lovey-dovey with Marcus these past few days. And her words from a few nights ago still echoed in his mind... how she wanted to "do something for him one last time."

’She’s cooking something,’ Alex thought internally.

He took a step closer to Marcus, closing the distance between them until they were nearly face to face. His voice dropped, quiet but sharp.

"Or?" Alex continued, tilting his head slightly. "Are you here to let me borrow her again... like last time?

"What the fuck did you just say?" Marcus growled.

Without any warning, he suddenly threw a punch straight at Alex’s face, his anger completely taking over.

But Alex didn’t even flinch.

With calm precision, he raised his hand and caught Marcus’s fist mid-air with ease. His grip locked around Marcus’s wrist like an iron clamp.

Marcus’s eyes widened slightly.

He tried to pull his hand back with force, but it didn’t budge. Alex’s grip was firm and unyielding. No matter how much Marcus twisted or pulled, he couldn’t free his hand.

The more he struggled, the more humiliating it became.

Alex simply stared at him with the same relaxed, contemptuous expression, as if Marcus’s punch was nothing more than a childish tantrum.

Marcus’s gang, who had been laughing just moments ago, instantly fell into an awkward silence. None of them spoke. They could only watch as their leader struggled uselessly against Alex’s grip, his face growing redder with both anger and embarrassment.

Alex finally spoke, his voice low and calm.

"You should calm down," he said quietly. "Or do you want everyone here to see how weak you really are?"

He gave Marcus’s wrist one last light squeeze before slowly releasing it.

Marcus yanked his hand back immediately, breathing heavily. His pride had taken a heavy hit in front of everyone.

Alex, however, continued staring at him with the same cold, unfazed gaze.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

The students who had been watching from a distance also stared in disbelief. No one had expected Alex to not only stop Marcus’s punch so easily but to completely overpower him without breaking a sweat.

Alex looked down at Marcus’s struggling hand with cold contempt. His grip remained firm as he leaned in slightly and whispered in a low, mocking voice.

"Let me make one thing clear," he said calmly. "If you’re not already aware... you’re nothing but a cuck who enjoys watching his girlfriend with someone else."

Marcus’s eyes widened in rage, but before he could respond, Alex released his hand with a sudden, forceful push.

Marcus stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance as he was shoved a few feet away. He quickly steadied himself, his face burning with humiliation and fury.

Alex didn’t spare him another glance.

He simply turned toward his friends and spoke in a calm tone.

"Let’s go."

Without waiting for a response, Alex started walking away. Mike, Danny, and Sarah quickly followed behind him, leaving Marcus and his gang standing there in stunned silence.

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Alex walked through the corridor leading to the President’s office. Unlike the usual quiet atmosphere, the corridor today felt unusually lively. Professors were moving quickly from one room to another, their expressions serious and focused.

Some were carrying stacks of files, while others were speaking rapidly on their phones. Even the professors seemed more tense and busy than the students.

Alex continued walking until he finally reached the end of the corridor.

In front of him stood a large wooden door with a polished nameplate that read:

President Miranda Whitman

He stopped in front of the door and knocked softly twice.

Knock. Knock.

For a few seconds, there was silence.

Then, a voice came from inside.

"Come in."

But it wasn’t Miranda Whitman’s voice.

Alex’s hand paused on the doorknob for a brief moment. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be inside. After a short pause, he pushed the door open and stepped into the office.

The first thing he noticed was the woman sitting on the chair opposite to the large office desk. She was casually leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, looking completely at ease in the President’s office.

Her face was strikingly cute... almost baby-faced. She had soft features, large eyes, and a youthful appearance that made her look much younger than she probably was. If Alex had only seen her face, he would have assumed she was a university student.

But then his eyes moved downward.

Her body told a completely different story.

Even though she was sitting, it was impossible to ignore her figure. Her chest was full and heavy, straining slightly against the fabric of her white shirt. Her waist was slim, but her hips and thighs carried a mature, seductive curve that didn’t match her innocent face at all. The contrast was almost jarring.

Alex felt a strange feeling stir inside him.

Her aura was different.

It wasn’t the usual pressure or arrogance he felt from powerful people. Instead, it was something more subtle yet dangerous... like a beautiful flower that could suddenly reveal its thorns. She gave off a calm, almost lazy vibe, but Alex could instinctively tell that this woman was not ordinary.

Without thinking twice, he instinctively activated his system.

’Scan her.’

A familiar translucent screen appeared in front of his eyes.

But the moment the information loaded, Alex’s expression changed.

[Natalia Steele]

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