Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 132

The principal and teacher, who had finally squeezed their way to the front, were stunned.

The what?

It was a nickname Simon had given Marguerite. He’d said that the way she brandished a mop at him reminded him of Zorro with his rapier, and since she was always slapping him around, he had dubbed her “The Dragon Tamer.”

Jordon, caught completely off guard, stood there stunned, his head reeling and his face burning.

The surrounding students were in absolute awe.

She was that beautiful and she could fight?

So cool!

Aaron wasn’t surprised by Marguerite’s skills, but he was shocked that she had stood up for him. A warmth spread through his chest, and his eyes began to sting.

She was still the same Marguerite. The Marguerite who would never let anyone bully him.

Time seemed to rewind to when he was a little kid and Fitch used to cause trouble at their house. He was the youngest, and Marguerite always shielded him, standing in front of him and fighting off anyone who came near. A small, skinny boy, he would cling to the hem of her shirt, feeling like she was his entire world.

The principal’s vision swam. He stood beside Jordon and glared at Marguerite. “Weren’t you going to break up the fight?”

Marguerite shrugged. “I did. I stopped Aaron, didn’t I?”

The principal was at a loss for words.

With so many students watching, Jordon was overcome with humiliation. “You fucking bitch!” he roared, clenching his fists and swinging at Marguerite.

She dodged easily.

But Jordon’s foul language and threatening move were enough to reignite the storm in Aaron’s eyes. He spun around and slammed his fist into the side of Jordon’s head.

Outside Jordon’s room, Aaron stood with his head bowed while Theobald was on the phone with Anna. Marguerite returned from speaking with the doctor. Jordon was fine—just a minor concussion. She’d overheard the nurses saying that while the spot where he was hit was extremely painful, there would be no lasting damage.

Seeing Aaron’s dejected posture, Marguerite gently ruffled his hair. “You’re all grown up. You know how to protect me now.”

She knew that Aaron had thrown that punch for her.

Aaron bit his lip so hard it nearly bled. “I’m sorry, Maggie. I caused you so much trouble. I shouldn’t have fought.”

If he had never come back, none of this would have happened. Marguerite and Theobald wouldn’t have to run around cleaning up his messes, and she wouldn't have been yelled at because of him.

“It’s okay,” Marguerite soothed. “Theobald is a powerful man. He can handle something like this.”

Aaron looked up, his dark eyes peering through his bangs. “Maggie,” he said in a low voice, “I’ll study hard from now on, and I won’t fight anymore. Please don’t get rid of me, okay?”

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