Everyone is starting to struggle, unable to make the right decision in the shortest amount of time.
At this moment, compared to the bustle at the school, things were much more tranquil on Charles Northwood's side.
After deploying the Northwood Family's faction, all the journalists have already left.
Charles Northwood furrowed his brow, reached out for his phone, and called Fiona Sutton.
"The blade-wielding guardsman."
Fiona Sutton had previously thought of calling Charles Northwood, but what difference would it make even if Charles Northwood called?
It wouldn't change anything, right?
So, she gave up on the idea.
Unexpectedly, Charles Northwood actually took the initiative to call her.
"Hey, where are you now?"
"I'm at the dormitory entrance. There are tons of reporters here, and many students; I can't get out."
She looked at the swarming crowd at the door, her expression dark.
These people are really something, shameless and relentless.
