Chapter 37 Chapter 37
Jacob took a step forward, his arrogant smile slowly fading.
His tone was now darker, laden with menace.
“I'll ask you one last time, Caroline Ford,” he said, each word dripping with venom. “Are you coming with me, or would you rather I take you by force?”
Tania quickly stepped between them, her voice trembling:
“Jacob, this is a school! Have some shame!”
But he didn't even look at her.
Soraya and Kate smiled, as if watching a show that would finally avenge them.
Caroline, on the other hand, remained cool.
She didn't back down an inch. The firm, haughty look she gave Jacob made the man falter for a moment.
“Force?” she said, her voice calm but sharp as glass. “Are you really that low?”
Jacob laughed, a hoarse, mocking sound. “Little girl, I don't think you understand who you're dealing with.”
And then he reached out, intending to grab her arm.
It was at that exact moment that a low sound broke the air:
Vroom...
The powerful roar of an imported engine echoed across the campus.
All the nearby students turned to the window.
A black Rolls-Royce had just stopped in front of the gate of the Film Academy.
Two black SUVs parked right behind it, and men in dark suits got out silently, forming a perfect line.
The leader of the group, a tall, impassive man, looked up and climbed the stairs with long strides.
The silence in the hallway was almost absolute.
Jacob was still holding his arm in the air when the leader's deep, controlled voice echoed:
“Who is Jacob Amorin?”
Jacob turned, irritated by the interruption.
“Who the hell wants to know?”
The man held up a document with the silver seal of the Wolf Corporation.
“President Wolf's personal security. You have been reported for harassing Mrs. Wolf.”
The words hit him like a shot.
“Mrs. Wolf?” someone whispered.
Jacob's eyes widened.
He looked at Caroline—who just stared back at him, serene, her lips curving into a slight smile.
“You... you're kidding me...” he muttered.
The security guard didn't even give him time.
“Harassing President Wolf's wife is a crime against the Wolf group. You will accompany us.”
Two men in suits stepped forward, and before Jacob could react, his cigarette fell from his mouth and he was handcuffed and dragged away in front of everyone.
Soraya and Kate were petrified.
Caroline, on the other hand, straightened her posture and said calmly:
“Tell Mr. Wolf that everything is settled.”
The leader nodded respectfully.
“Yes, ma'am.”
And as the group walked away, dragging Jacob along, the unmistakable sound of slow footsteps echoed through the hallway.
Nicholas Wolf appeared.
The dark gray suit molded to his body, and his cold gaze swept across the room.
The mere presence of the man made the entire room fall silent.
Soraya staggered backward.
Tania held her breath.
Nicholas walked over to Caroline without saying a word and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, deep, and protective.
Caroline nodded slightly, trying not to let his gaze affect her.
But deep down, her heart was beating so fast it hurt.
Nicholas looked at the students around him. The silence was absolute.
“Remember that.” he said, his voice cold and firm. “Whoever touches Caroline Ford will be starting a war with the Wolf family.”
Soraya felt her legs buckle.
As he led Caroline away, the whisper spread across campus like wildfire:
“Caroline Ford... she's President Wolf's wife.”
The hallway suddenly shook—not only with fear, but with a metallic noise that promised injury.
Jacob's men advanced with determined steps; the scene took on a nightmarish tone: laughter that reeked of cowardice, hands that pulled, looks that savored humiliation.
Caroline, on the floor, felt the blade of the knife glint in a hand stained with ill-gotten courage. The blood on Jacob's arm still dripped from the bite; his face was contorted with rage and despair. He licked his lips like a predator who knew only the law of the fastest and the cruelest. “Pull her,” he growled. “I want her to bear her fear.”
Around them, no one moved—or pretended not to see—and the smell of fear and silence hung like a fog. Tania screamed, Tania fought; some turned away, others watched, interested in the spectacle.
And then, like restrained thunder finally breaking, heavy footsteps were heard outside—at first almost imperceptible, then hammering the ground with restrained fury.
The roar of engines cut through the air—several black machines, low orders, men in black in formation. Big men, no smiles; professionals.
The attackers froze. Jacob looked at the window, and for the first time that afternoon, the smile left his face.
From the top of the stairs descended a line of figures in black suits, eyes on headphones, earpieces firmly in place. The leader, cold as steel, didn't need to speak to give orders. He simply walked, and the others followed. In his pocket, the silver ID reflected the light: Wolf Corporation — Personal Security.
“Stand back.” The leader's voice echoed sharply. It was not a question.
The members of Jacob's group trembled; their steps faltered. Jacob, however, tried to play the tough guy until the end. He advanced, knife raised, as if the blade were proof of his power.
It was enough for the leader to act. Two quick, precise movements — one forward, one to the side — and Jacob found himself with his wrists immobilized, the knife snatched away without drama, his body thrown to the ground as if bent by an invisible force. Iron hands, techniques never seen in that hallway.
“Drop the knife!” ordered the leader in a tone that brooked no delay. Two security guards picked it up, placing it in a case and storing it as evidence. Jacob tried to scream, but his voice died.
Before they even reached her, a wave of footsteps was heard approaching. The students around them were surprised. “Wow, who is this group?” someone murmured. “They don't look like the men Soraya brought.”
Hearing the commotion, Jacob and Soraya turned and saw a group of large, burly men dressed in black approaching. There were about ten of them; each was over 6 feet tall, and their physiques revealed how much training they had received. They were impressive—several levels above the henchmen Soraya had gathered.
Before they could understand what was happening, one of them spoke in a low voice: “You ordered us that none of you leave here today.” And then the group moved with speed and precision.
The first ones who tried to grab Caroline were the first to be detained. Screams of agony and the muffled sound of bones breaking echoed; in a short time, three vandals were lying on the floor. The others rushed to help—and each one was knocked down before they could even react. There were cracks as bones broke. The fallen men looked like slaughtered pigs; some even passed out from the pain.
It all happened in an instant. The men in black didn't seem to exert themselves, but Jacob's accomplices were all on the ground. Seeing the scene, the students were speechless, so frightened that they held their breath.
“Is this group here because of Caroline?” someone whispered. Some remembered that Caroline and Edward were no longer together and wondered: did Edward get emotional? Does he still have feelings for her and that's why he brought help? Tania thought so — she patted her chest and thought that Edward wasn't such a bad man after all; at least this time they escaped unharmed because of the person who called them. Without this help, the consequences could have been dire.
Tania ran to Caroline and helped her up. “Carol, are you okay?” she asked, distressed. Caroline just shook her head.