年轻漂亮的继坶少妇

Chapter 424 Surprised Laughter

Isabella\'s gaze was the personification of cold as she stared down at the door. Even the secretary could notice that there was something really wrong this time around. It wasn\'t like the other times; Isabella was truly pissed. \'What the hell happened!\'

Isabella closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, clenching her fist hard. She raised her device in the next instant, clicking on it a few times. The holographic image of Harrison appeared, followed by the sound of ringing. But despite ringing for a while, there was no answer.

She dropped her hand down, turned around, and started walking out of the building.

"He must have lost his mind, yes, that has to be it," Isabella muttered as she reached the door of the building.

Since they had discovered Atticus\'s talent, her father had constantly made some decisions that many in the human domain, if not all, would term as incredibly stupid.

Now that she was thinking about it, he had made some incredibly foolish decisions.

"\'The human domain is currently at war and at the same time is getting pressured from other races, and he decided to treat a 15-year-old boy who could easily defeat a master-rank as a normal student?\' Isabella chuckled.

Why didn\'t she see it sooner? Her father must have gone mad; there was no other explanation. This was way beyond having principles.

Because no matter how she thought about it, she couldn\'t fathom why he would decide not to train and mold Atticus into a perfect blade for the human domain.

What he had done instead was ruin the trust the greatest genius to have appeared in the history of the human domain had for them.

Isabella was angry; she was seething. She knew her father. If he was avoiding her like this, then he had no intention of explaining anything to her.

She just had one and only one question for Harrison: why?

That same question had been bugging her since. It made absolutely no sense. It was racking her brain to the extent that she felt like pulling her hair out.

Isabella suddenly let out an audible exhale, her gaze firming.

\'I don\'t care about what is going through your head again. I\'m going to tell him everything the next time I see him,\' she decided.

….

Within the highest floor of the building that Isabella had just left, inside the familiar plain looking office, were two men.

The office still maintained its incredibly plain nature with pristine white walls, a shelf filled with books, a large obsidian desk, and exactly two sofas, each facing the other with a table in between them.

That was all.

This was undoubtedly the Vice Principal\'s office, but the supposed owner of this office, Harrison, was currently on one knee, bowing in complete respect and reverence to a man.

This man stood with both hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the beautiful scene of the whole academy campus through the transparent walls.

He stood with a bulky frame, his presence as imposing as it was godly.

One look at this man, and even the bravest of the brave would be compelled to bow.

The atmosphere seemed to distort around him, as though it didn\'t dare try to contain his form.

Although he stood with his piercing gaze surveying the academy, completely and utterly silent, it was as though the weight of the world filled the whole room.

Only a handful of individuals in the human domain could have this godly presence. There was no doubt about it; this man was a paragon.

"Speak," the man spoke in a neutral tone, conversational, in fact, but to Harrison, it sounded as though a god had just decreed.

Harrison lowered his head even more as he instantly responded without wasting a single moment,

"The experiment was a success, esteemed paragon, just as you anticipated."

The man didn\'t say anything for a few seconds, the room descending into complete silence.

And then suddenly, the man pivoted, his piercing gaze landing on Harrison\'s form.

To Harrison, it was as though the weight of the universe had suddenly rested on his shoulders.

Despite being a Grandmaster rank individual, Harrison\'s hands and legs seemed to buckle as his head was forcefully lowered even more.

"Was he hurt?" The man inquired. Although his voice still maintained its firmness, one could detect a slight worried tone.

Harrison\'s form strained as he tried to fight the aura. He answered in the next second,

"No, esteemed paragon. He showed signs of complications during the process, but it all turned out for the best."

He responded with the complete truth without leaving out anything. Only a fool would lie to a paragon.

"How did he react after?" The man inquired further.

"He was angered and promised to pay back everyone responsible, tenfold."

The room suddenly descended into pin-drop silence for a full five seconds before a boisterous and hearty laughter suddenly sounded in the next instant.

Harrison turned his shocked gaze upwards, his eyes widening as he watched the man laughing.

He was really laughing?

For Harrison to be shocked that someone was laughing was enough to show the rarity of this action. He had literally never seen the man smile before.

After a few seconds, he finally stopped, releasing a few chuckles to get it out of his system.

The man removed his gaze away from Harrison, muttering softly under his breath, "That\'s my boy."

And as though he had never been there in the first place, he suddenly vanished.

Harrison remained bowing for a few seconds before he stood up.

He checked his artifact, seeing a staggering amount of missed calls from Isabella.

"I\'m getting too old for this," Harrison let out a huge exhale and turned to stare at where the man had been standing just a few seconds ago. After a few moments, he turned and left the room.