School Bullies, Meet My 109 Big Sisters Chapter 07
A deathly silence fell over the school gate.
Mr. Rossi’s hand froze mid-air, still clutching my collar. The rage on his face was extinguished in an instant, replaced by sheer terror and bewilderment.
I looked at the 109 women before me.
Some were business magnates in sharp suits, radiating power and prestige. Others were covered in tattoos, exuding a lethal aura. A few even wore crisp military uniforms, with gleaming general’s stars on
their shoulders.
They stood there in silence, but their gazes were fixed on Mr. Rossi like 109 blades.
Sofia slowly stepped forward. With every step she took, Mr. Rossi stumbled backward, as if pushed by an
invisible force.
However, Sofia simply walked up to me and gently brushed Mr. Rossi’s hand off my collar. The gesture
was as casual as flicking away a speck of dust.
“Mr. Rossi, you own a mine, right?” Sofia asked. Her voice was soft, but it made Mr. Rossi tremble all over.
Behind her, Elena let out a cold laugh.
“That shady rare earth operation with incomplete permits? That mine?”
Alessia pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and added leisurely, “There were three workplace deaths that
you swept under the rug last year, and not a single worker’s family got more than 200 thousand dollars in
compensation.”
Mr. Rossi instantly turned as white as a sheet.
“H-How do you know what?”
Sofia didn’t answer him. Instead, she turned around and gently brushed my swollen, reddened cheek with her rough fingers.
“Does it still hurt?” she asked, her voice thick with concern.
I shook my head vigorously, but the tears rolled down against my will.
Sofia gently shielded me behind her. When she turned back to face Mr. Rossi, her gaze had turned to ice.
“So, Giovanni made Dante slap himself 100 times, huh?”
Mr. Rossi, clinging to the last shred of his bravado, barked out with more fury than courage, “So what if Giovanni did? Dante pushed him from the third floor-”
“Pushed him?” Elena suddenly burst out laughing. Then, she pulled out her phone and tapped to play a
video.
On the screen was the original footage of me being cornered in the restroom.
Giovanni’s arrogant face, the way he tore at my clothes and burned me with cigarette butts, and the sneer in his voice as he called me a “motherless bastard”-all of it played out with stark clarity in the deathly silence at the school gate.
Mr. Rossi’s jaw dropped, yet not a single word came out.
Just then, Ms. Greco burst out of the school gates. Even faced with that show of power, she still tried to
cover for his meal ticket.
“Ma’am, Dante has repeatedly refused to mend his ways-”
“Ms. Greco.” Alessia cut her off gently. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it made Ms. Greco clamp her mouth shut
instantly.
She continued, “Last year, you accepted 200 thousand dollars in ‘sponsorship funds’ from the Rossi family. In exchange, you helped Giovanni alter his final exam scores and buried a bullying incident. Would you like me to pull up the transfer records and play the recordings right now?”
Ms. Greco’s face turned ashen in an instant.
Finally, Sofia spoke. Her voice was soft, yet it carried undeniable weight.
“First, by noon today, Mr. Rossi, you and your son will kneel before Dante, and your son will slap himself 500 times. For every one he falls short, I will cut off one of your mining transport routes. Second, Ms. Greco, will you resign yourself, or shall I destroy your reputation and drive you out of education for good?
Third-”
Her gaze fell back on me, softening instantly into something infinitely tender.
“Dante, from this day forward, if anyone so much as touches a single hair on your head, we will make
their entire family disappear from Norburg.”
No sooner had she spoken than the thrum of helicopter rotors swelled in the distance, settling into a
steady hum as the aircraft descended onto the school field.
Three black military-plated vehicles screeched to a halt at the school gate, and several high-ranking
officials with gleaming shoulder insignias and grave expressions stepped out.
Without so much as a glance at Mr. Rossi, they strode directly toward my sisters, the ones with the
epaulets on their shoulders.
