Elliot's eyes narrowed as he looked at the man still bent in submission. His voice was cold, absolute, the kind of tone that didn't allow resistance in pack territory. "Did you hear what my son said? Remove your child from this school."
The command settled into the room like a sealing mark. No one questioned it, not after feeling the pressure that came with it.
The man nodded immediately, his posture still lowered. "Understood. I will withdraw my son right away." He hesitated for half a second before adding quickly, "President Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave, Young Master… I sincerely apologize for everything. My son's behavior was unacceptable. I guarantee he will never appear here again."
His words weren't just apology anymore. They were survival submission. His instincts had already calculated the cost of resistance, and the conclusion was clear. He couldn't afford to stand against Elliot.
