The principal shot up from her seat in fright while Mark Davidson painfully crawled to his brother.
Jett's security made to drag him back when he shook his head at them.
Grabbing onto his brother's leg tightly, Mark glanced at the six people in the room and harrumphed in disdain.
"What is it? Why aren't you ordering your men to drag me back? Just a minute ago, the three of you stood there and did nothing as they brutally whipped me!"
His eyes burned with rage as he settled it on the principal's face.
"You stupid hypocrite! Are you scared now that my brother is here? You think you'd be able to maintain your position after what just happened?"
"In your dreams, you wench! Today, I'll make sure you not only lose your position as this school's principal, but I'll also make it possible that you never get any job in the whole of Silicone Valley!"