My Brother is a CEO Tyrant Chapter 8

I went up and gave him a big slap, then kicked him in the stomach.

He immediately curled up on the ground in pain, unable to get up for a long time.

"Alright, alright, stop fighting."

The homeroom teacher finally reacted. He said in a weak voice: "Once you've vented enough, that's enough. If you keep going, forget about participating in the math olympiad."

I nodded gratefully and stopped my assault on Ethan.

But Grace cried piteously, pulling at Ethan's sleeve and acting coy: "Ethan, she beat us up like this. Can't you do something?"

But Ethan's face was dark, his expression somewhat awkward. He said impatiently: "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?!"

I sneered inwardly. It wasn't that Ethan didn't want revenge—he was powerless to do so.

Grace falsely accusing a classmate of theft caused a huge uproar at school. Almost all teachers and students knew about it.

The school should have expelled her directly. Considering her parents' pleading, they ultimately gave her a major demerit.

Scholarships, math competitions, and various honor awards were directly canceled.

"Miss!"

Seeing the wound on my forehead, the assistant almost fainted. A grown man showed a despairing expression.

I was somewhat amused. "Find a way to hide this. Don't let my brother know."

My brother was currently on a business trip abroad. I couldn't affect his work.

Besides, if he knew about this, the assistant would probably have to pack his bags.

A few days later, the assistant brought me a package with a complex expression.

I opened it to find everything I'd sent Rachel—almost everything I'd sponsored her with.

There was also an IOU.

Rachel sent me an apology on WeChat:

【Sister, I no longer have the right to accept your help.

My mom took the things you sent me and sold them for a lot of money.

When I grow up and work, I'll definitely find a way to pay it all back.】

A middle school girl, exploited by her mother and brother, actually took responsibility for this mistake voluntarily.

These words made my heart ache. Just as I was about to say something to her, she deleted me.

This operation made me laugh in anger.

So I immediately had the assistant find a way to contact Rachel. The assistant directly sent me a picture.

Rachel's thin frame was curled up in a corner, her face full of pain, blood marks crisscrossing her arms and legs.