My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"How enviable," a soft sigh echoed in the office.

"The vigor and vitality of young people."

dong dong dong-

There was a sudden knock on the closed door.

Without waiting for a response from inside, a mature woman in her thirties, dressed in a very formal business uniform and wearing high heels, walked in.

The slender heels clicked lightly and powerfully on the flat ground.

...just like the assistant's character.

The chairman's chair remained facing the floor-to-ceiling window, and he did not turn around.

“Beatles, you should learn to knock,” the man said slowly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. But I think… well, the chairman probably isn’t doing anything important anyway, so this little bit of offense should be forgivable, right?” the assistant said with a slightly playful tone.

Hey, apologize to me right now for working so hard!

My mind is full of complaints, and I have to get it off my chest.

however--

Before I even had a chance to get angry, I realized that getting angry was just too tiring.

And so, he returned to his usual lifeless expression.

He turned his chair back, staring intently at his assistant Beatrice, who exuded a mature, womanly charm.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Beatrice didn't mind and instead told him her purpose.

"His Highness Prince Richard and Young Master Wayne are waiting outside, wishing to meet you."

The chairman was immediately taken aback and said, "Wait, didn't I say that anyone who wants to meet me must make an appointment one day in advance?"

In the past, he had successfully avoided countless troubles in this way.

"Yes, you did say that."

Beatrice said with a hint of regret, "But—it's His Highness Richard, how can anyone bear to refuse?"

Despite being over thirty, she can still act cute like a little girl so naturally, which is indeed an amazing ability in a sense.

"Ugh."

The chairman sighed and covered his forehead.

—Women's perspectives are indeed unreliable.

“Bring them in,” he said in a deep voice.

He had a premonition that the two boys were going to cause a lot of trouble.

Chapter 221 The Chairman is Not Energetic

This was Wayne's first time visiting the top floor of the office building.

The exquisite decor and extremely luxurious ornaments everywhere make everyone who comes here unconsciously ponder—

How much money was spent on building this place?

He leaned against the glass curtain wall with its extremely wide view, overlooking the exquisite campus.

From this perspective, the entire academy resembles a model composed of parts of varying sizes. It's as if a single palm strike could encompass everything within it.

Richard walked over to Wayne and exclaimed, "Everything looks like a toy."

Wayne's persuasion was like adding a heavy weight to one side of the scale, giving him a sense of reassurance after he had been wavering.

—At least, he has gained the unwavering support of the Wincher family.

Richard then made his decision.

In this matter, he should not follow his father's instructions.

Because he didn't want to repeat the cold marriage his parents had.

A union without love is nothing but torment for both parties.

“Chairman Harold is a rather strange person,” Richard said.

Wayne's heart skipped a beat.

"A strange person"—this is not a compliment to be taken lightly.

Those who receive such an honor must be important characters who play a significant role in advancing the plot.

Seeing that Wayne was listening attentively, Richard continued.

“He…is very unmotivated,” he said. “If you try to ask him to do something, nine times out of ten it won’t work.”

Wayne asked, "Then can he still be elected as the chairman of the board?"

This is considered the highest-ranking position in the academy, theoretically allowing them to intervene in any matter that occurs within the academy.

“One reason is because his magic is very powerful,” Richard said in a low voice.

"On the other hand, it is precisely because he does nothing that he is able to gain the support of almost all the other members of the council."

Is it really that real?

Now that you mention it, did Richard and I contact the wrong person?

Seeing the doubt on his face, Richard added, "But he owes me a favor. So we still have hope for this operation."

Wayne asked curiously, "What kind of favor?"

How could the chairman, who is usually indifferent to worldly affairs, possibly go against his own nature?

Is this a story that the chairman and His Highness the Prince had to tell?

Richard didn't know what he was plotting, but he didn't hide it from him.

"The kingdom stipulates that even if the crown prince is studying at the academy, he must receive special private lessons on politics."

"The course content was different from what other students learned from books."

He mentioned this aspect in a veiled way.

"And the person primarily responsible for this private tutoring should, by convention, be the chairman of the board himself, however..."

He didn't explain what followed, but Wayne immediately understood his unspoken meaning.

It seems Richard was seen as a burden and was turned down.

“I agreed to his recommendation of another teacher and did not hold him accountable. But he owes me a favor in this matter.”

The two chatted idly, exchanging a few words.

Not long after, the assistant who had just left soon returned to our sight.

"Please come with me, students."

As soon as Wayne entered Chairman Harold's office, his attention was immediately drawn to a telescope about the height of a person placed in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window.

“This is…” he couldn’t help but say.

Damn! Could it be that this chairman is a psychopath who spends all day spying on people with binoculars?

A man with a seaweed-like hairstyle was sitting behind a desk, his fingers interlaced and placed under his hooked nose.

The assistant neither introduced them to each other nor served tea to the guests.

The assistant simply led the two to the sofa and sat them down before quietly leaving the office.

Harold didn't speak until the office door was closed.

“Wayne, it seems you’re quite interested in my telescope?” His gaze lingered on Wayne.

Wayne and he had only met once.

At the freshman orientation ceremony.

“Yes, I’m very interested,” Wayne said.

Incidentally, the monocular telescope in this world was invented by Professor Conley.

Just as he thought of this, Harold said, "Conley did this for me."

...Teacher, your scope of expertise is quite broad.

Wayne was waiting for him to say: If you're interested, you can try it out.

However, the chairman of the board seemed to have no intention of being polite to him at all, and instead changed the subject.

"So, what brings you two here today?" he asked in a very amiable tone.

Richard first exchanged a glance with Wayne, then looked at Harold.

He went straight to the point: "I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

Harold hissed softly, as if he were finding it troublesome.

After that sentence, the office was quiet for a moment before the chairman's voice rang out again.

"Can I know what kind of small favor it is before I accept it?"

“We hope to transfer Tasia Louise to Wayne’s class,” Richard said.

Harold was quite surprised to hear this unexpected request.

He looked thoughtful, glanced at Richard, and then at Wayne.

"I think this suggestion must have been made by Wayne, right?"

He stared intently at Wayne's face, as if trying to imprint his image deeply into his mind.

Locked onto by his deadpan gaze, Wayne had no choice but to step forward.

"Yes."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "This is not just my personal opinion, but also... the opinion of many people."

Even those who ostracized Tasia in the class might have wanted to achieve this outcome.

Before bringing it up with Richard, Wayne had already sounded out Tasia's opinion.

This is what he asked at the time:

"Tasia."

"Ok?"

"If there were a chance for you and Chris to be in the same class, would you be willing?"

Upon hearing his question, Tasia's clear eyes seemed to light up instantly.

"If that were really possible, that would be wonderful."

She answered with great anticipation.

In other words, this is something that everyone has been hoping for.

However, Harold was not convinced by him.

"In the academy, changing classes is not an easy thing."

As he spoke, he looked away from Wayne and picked up the magnifying glass on the table, fiddling with it.

"Because everyone has power and influence, if one person wants to transfer, the other person will also want to transfer."

"But the number of students in each class is fixed. We can't let the number of students decrease or increase, otherwise there would be no point in dividing the classes."

It sounds like a polite refusal.

But Wayne's attitude remained firm.

"Although it's not that easy..."

He countered, "But it's not entirely impossible, is it?"

Chapter 222 Yes, I'm not as good as your classmate Tasia.