Not yet eight o'clock, and St. Joan of Arc Girls' College was already bustling with people.
Not only were there students and parents, but so middle-class individuals who had heard the news also joined in—through donations.
A bit less: 5, 10 Suo.
A bit more: 30, 50 Suo.
Usually timid and faint-hearted, in such critical monts, they too expressed their 'courage'.
Courage cannot be asured by money.
But the dical expenses to bear courage do require money.
Anna was very aware of this.
Thus, she had Miss Dingle, the dean of St. Joan of Arc Girls' College not only cooperate — after exchanging with her 'Boss' Cassandra, this lady beca very accommodating.
Not only did she step forward to solicit donations, but her attitude was sincere.
'So professional!'
Anna standing behind this lady silently sighed.
As the security guard of the college, she was responsible for protecting the dean of her own college at this ti, so standing there didn't seem at all out of place.
She watched every donor arrive.
She watched Miss Dingle's every sincere thank-you.
In her heart, she couldn't help but sigh once again at this lady's bluffing skills.
Wearing a simple black long robe, her face full of kindness, her eyes showing the affection of an elder.
Anyone who t her gaze would never think about what she had done in the past.
At least Ellie who was recording and Reine, Donna, Joli Li, and Judith, who were helping not far away, could never know that the dean they respected had once worked as a procuress.
Had even caused at least two female students to die from accidents.
"Thank you for your generosity."
After receiving another donation, Miss Dingle entrusted the donation box to Ellie who was recording, and looked at Anna.
The sixty-year-old Miss Dingle's gaze carried a hint of cloudiness.
But more so, a vigilance and probing that young people do not possess.
She looked at Anna.
"Let's talk."
The dean of the college said.
"Okay."
Anna agreed imdiately, but felt uneasy inside—before, their 'Boss' Cassandra should have already talked things over with her.
Why discuss again?
And with her?
What does this old woman want?
Anna muttered inwardly.
As for respect?
For Anna, what the other has done does not deserve her respect.
The two walked to a corner not far from the donation box—
"Am I the scapegoat?"
Dean Dingle asked.
"Of course not, our operation this ti doesn't have any scapegoat, there is only a proclamation of justice."
Anna said righteously.
Dean Dingle rubbed the corner of her eyes and sighed slightly.
"Certain things, as long as you live long enough, you can learn them without a teacher—I have been the dean of 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College' for thirty years.
I compromised and stepped back.
Then, the college beca a playground for the children of nobles.
Even...
Not even as good as those clubs with thigh dances.
Do you know how they call ?
Procuress.
Ha, procuress."
Dean Dingle said with a cold smile.
Aren't you?
Anna was almost rolling her eyes.
Before coming to St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, she did investigate, and the current state of affairs was closely tied to this dean.
So disgusting activities were also organized by this dean.
Miss Dingle looked at Anna, seemingly guessing what Anna wanted to say.
"I was forced.
I didn't want to.
I had to ensure the existence of St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, so I had to give up sothing.
I also know the aning of 'Saint'."
Oh really!
Anna was too lazy to even snark.
She had seen too many people like this.
Before doing sothing, one must find enough excuses for oneself, then find a more appropriate reason.
Clearly being threatened to do it, yet still behaving open and aboveboard.
Just like now—
"Your son and grandson were kidnapped, right?"
Anna asked softly.
Miss Dingle trembled all over.
Silence, is the best answer.
Looking at Miss Dingle's expression, Anna sighed and patted her shoulder hard—
"Don't worry!
We will ensure their safety.
Just like we ensure yours.
Just do as our 'Boss' said."
When Anna ntioned Cassandra, it was a bit awkward at first, but now she was accustod to calling her 'Boss'.
Thus, habit is indeed a terrifying power.
Also due to habit, Anna would never believe the current Miss Dingle would suddenly awaken.
That's impossible.
As for kidnapping her son and grandson?
To ensure the plan goes smoothly.
If it were her, she would do it too.
For this, she silently gave her boss a thumbs up.
And looking at Miss Dingle, who despite getting the guarantee, remained hesitant in her expression, Anna imdiately whispered—
"After this, you can retire.
Then we will give you a retirent fund.
For instance…
One tenth of the donation funds."
Anna didn't ntion all the donation funds.
Not even half.
Because, that would be too fake.
No one would offer that much.
One tenth, was already a very good amount.
That's quite a considerable sum.
After calculating silently, Miss Dingle's slightly cloudy eyes were already glittering.
"Please leave it to !"
She said, as she walked back to the donation box.
There, with a more enthusiastic attitude than before, she faced every donor—before, this money had nothing A Tiny Bit to do with her.
Now?
It's closely related.
This was her money.
The fundraising continued.
Banners rushed out overnight were also handed over to the students.
When the massive banner was hoisted, it was exactly 9:50.
Fairness and justice!
Seeing the words written on the banner, Miss Dingle secretly curled her lips.
'You have no idea what this world is like.
In this world, there is no fairness and justice.
There's only the montum and self-interest.'
Thinking this in her heart, Miss Dingle wouldn't say it.
She stepped in front of the students, smiling sympathetically as usual—
"Miss Joan taught us to resist.
Also taught us not to give up.
I see the successors of Your Crown walking on the path of Your Crown.
For this, I feel honored.
I am willing to walk with you."
Miss Dingle's words naturally were very persuasive to young students, and as the last sentence fell, Amy among the crowd shook her fist and shouted—
"Let's go!"
"For fairness and justice!"
"For fairness and justice!"
Students and parents surged out of the school gate.
Outside, police, guards, and secret detectives who had been waiting for a long ti imdiately encircled these students and parents.
The two sides confronted each other.
The atmosphere instantly beca tense.
Then—
Swish!
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