Submissive and dominant
"Now you believe me?" Amari dispersed the images with a wave of her hand, her face filled with disdain and smugness when she saw the pale expression of the dean and the others.
" Miss, we- i- pl…" the dean was in a very awkward position as he frantically tried to find words of apology, but all his vocabulary seemed to have suddenly vanished at this point as he could only stutter endlessly.
Amari raised her hand, signaling the dean to not say a word. Her cold eyes darted around the room and the rest tactfully understood they were also not permitted to say a word.
"I do not need your worthless words of apology. Just hand me what I'm here for" Amari said coldly and placed both hands on her waist.
Dean Mo hurriedly brought out ten rings from his table and handed them to Amari with shaking hands. On his face was a dejected and aggrieved expression, the same as the others who were ready to fight Amari to death a few seconds ago.