A Second Life, A New Power novel Chapter 211

A user named "My Idol My Bro" replied, "Fire her."

Charles' eyes widened in shock.

Then, a smug grin spread across his face. As expected from his idol, he was quick and efficient.

"My Idol My Bro" was the name Charles had saved Felix under in his contacts.

Felix had been Charles' idol since childhood—not just because he was insanely strong, but because he was also way smarter than everyone else around him.

On top of that, he had undeniable charisma.

Even though Felix was cold and hard to approach, people still gravitated toward him.

A moment later, another message popped up.

My Idol My Bro: "A teacher with such awful character—who the hell hired her into Moran Academy? And into the International Program, no less? Fire them too."

Charles' eyes widened even further.

Damn! This was why Felix was his idol!

He secretly gave Felix a thumbs-up in his mind before quickly typing a reply.

"Got it, Felix. I'll call my dad now."

My Idol My Bro: "Mm. Just screenshot my messages and send them to Uncle Derek."

The man Felix referred to as "Uncle Derek" was Charles' dad and Felix's uncle.

…

15 minutes later, Rebecca was in the middle of teaching when the classroom door suddenly burst open. Jacob stormed in, panting heavily with a grim expression.

He beckoned to Rebecca, his voice sharp despite his breathlessness. "Ms. Pope, come with me… to the principal's office… now!"

Rebecca frowned. "What's going on, Mr. Stronghold? I'm in the middle of class."

"Forget the class! No more teaching. Just come with me!" Jacob snapped before turning on his heel and marching out.

Jacob recalled when the cold, commanding voice of the Fuller family head—the largest shareholder of Moran Academy—demanded, "Who hired someone like Rebecca into this school? And who allowed her into the International Program? Fire them all."

She had her pride. The next time Rebecca called her to the board, she refused to be caught unprepared.

As the saying went, "Once was a mistake. Twice was bad luck. Three times? Absolutely not!"

…

Jacob collapsed onto the couch in the principal's office, still breathless. He grabbed his coffee, downed half the cup in one go, and finally caught his breath.

Rebecca, though nervous, forced a bright smile. She softened her voice and asked, "Mr. Stronghold, is something wrong?"

She knew she was pretty—fair skin, delicate features, and deep dimples when she smiled. Her voice had that sweet, sultry tone that made men weak.

She had always known how to use her advantages.

"The board gave the order. You're fired." Jacob simply waved a hand impatiently. "Pack up your things and leave."

Panic flickered across Rebecca's face, followed by confusion and disbelief. "Wait… Mr. Stronghold, what happened? Why am I suddenly being dismissed?"

Just then, footsteps echoed from outside. They stopped at the door, and then—silence.