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Chapter_49
The classroom was in complete shock. The students sat frozen in their seats, eyes wide, mouths agape, as Vivienne calmly laid out details about Logan’s private life that no one had any business knowing. The sheer audacity and accuracy of her words left them speechless.
Logan’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he instinctively moved to cover himself as if the very mention of his private moments exposed his vulnerability. He had never felt this exposed in his life. It was as though Vivienne could see straight through his carefully crafted persona—something that terrified him to his core.
“How do you know that?” Logan finally managed to croak, his voice full of disbelief and fear. “You’re just… you’re just a teacher!”
Vivienne’s smile didn’t falter. “I told you, Logan, I know a lot of things. It’s not about being a teacher; it’s about paying attention. People like you think you’re invincible because of your wealth and connections, but I’ve dealt with people like you before.”
Her words were sharp, but it wasn’t anger that fueled them—no, it was something colder, something more calculating. She was in complete control of the situation, and the students realized it. Logan wasn’t just a fool in this moment; he was a prey, and Vivienne had been watching him for far longer than he could have ever imagined.
The room felt even smaller now, the air thick with unease. The students had expected some sort of rebellion, a showdown of power—after all, they were Class Eighteen, notorious for bullying teachers into submission. But Vivienne had turned the tables on them in an instant, showing them that they were the ones at a disadvantage.
“Listen, Logan,” Vivienne continued, her tone smooth but firm, “Your family’s wealth won’t save you from reality. Money doesn’t buy character, and it certainly doesn’t protect you from someone who knows how to get to the heart of things.”
Logan’s hands clenched into fists, but he could barely keep himself from shaking. He was humiliated, but even worse—he felt completely helpless.
“You won’t win by bullying me or anyone else here,” Vivienne added, her voice cutting through his pride like a knife. “This is school, not a playground for your power games. And as long as you’re in this class, you will respect the rules—my rules. Got it?”
Logan, still burning with frustration, refused to back down completely. His pride wouldn’t allow it. “You think you’ve won?” he scoffed, though his words lacked their usual bite. “You’re nothing but a temporary teacher. We’ll get rid of you just like we’ve gotten rid of others. You’ll be gone before you know it.”
Vivienne’s eyes narrowed slightly, the smile never leaving her face. “You can try, Logan. But remember this—people like you tend to overestimate their influence, and underestimate people like me.”
Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. The rest of the class was still, unable to look away. They had thought they were the ones in control, but now, they weren’t so sure. Vivienne had dismantled Logan’s bravado with nothing more than her presence and her knowledge. What could they possibly do against her?
As the silence stretched on, Vivienne finally broke it, her voice calm but commanding. “Class is in session. You’ll behave, or there will be consequences. I’m not asking for your respect—I’m demanding it.”
She turned her back on them, heading toward the desk at the front of the room. The students, still reeling from the turn of events, exchanged uncertain glances. No one moved, no one spoke. The weight of Vivienne’s words hung over them like a cloud.
And for the first time, they realized: this time, things were different. This teacher wasn’t going anywhere.
