Annabelle stood there, still in shock, as the powerful man and his bodyguards made their exit, leaving behind a silent, stunned school yard. Her heart was still pounding from the overwhelming intensity of what had just transpired. The man, whoever he was, had commanded the room with nothing more than a glance, and now her bullies—who had spent so long tormenting her—were reduced to nothing more than sheep, apologizing profusely, begging her for mercy.
The moment felt surreal. The power of it all still hadn’t fully sunk in.
“Annabelle… do you… Do you think he’ll really expel them?” Flavia asked quietly, still trying to wrap her mind around what they had just witnessed.
Annabelle blinked, her gaze fixed on the retreating figures of the men. She had never imagined something like this could
