Chapter 12 Woman, You're My Spoils of War

Everyone present could feel the disdain in the air, especially Armand, the protagonist of the situation. He clenched his fists, his angry demeanor intimidating his new girlfriend Linda into silence. Instead of challenging Ulysses again, Armand directed his anger towards the dean: "My family's annual sponsorship to the school is not less than this jerk's. Now, I oppose this matter. Are you going to give up the support from our family for him?" "Dean Wu Jin, please consider carefully before you answer me!" The dean, sweating profusely from being questioned by Armand, found himself in a difficult situation. Stammering for words, he looked to Ulysses for help, hoping the instigator would step forward. Ulysses smirked, his lips curling with amusement as he casually adjusted his cuffs, provocatively flicking a handkerchief adorned with a rose from Falcona's hand into the air. "Dare to make a bet?" he teased. Before anyone could respond, he added, with a hint of mockery,