Chapter 845: Professor
"Professor Ellis White," Cai said, his voice calm cutting through the silence of the room as he stood in the open doorway.
The old man looked up from the stack of papers scattered across the table and jerked as recognition dawned on him. His eyes widened, and his body went rigid when he saw Cai standing there. "What... what are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice cracking with unease. His hand fumbled for the desk phone. "Who let you in? Security!"
Cai’s lips curled into a slow, unbothered smile, the kind that hinted he had all the time in the world for the man to call for security.. Without waiting for an invitation, he strolled over and settled himself in the chair opposite the professor. His posture was casual, almost leisurely, as though they were old friends meeting for coffee. "How are you doing, Professor? Its’ been too long since we’ve seen each other." he asked in a tone dripping with mock cordiality.
The professor didn’t answer. His trembling fingers mashed the buttons on the phone repeatedly, his panic rising with every failed attempt to summon help. "Security! Security, get in here immediately!" he barked;
Cai leaned back in his chair, a faint chuckle escaping him as he watched the older man’s frantic efforts. Finally, he sighed, spreading his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. "No point in shouting, Professor," he said with a shrug. "You’re not the only one who knows how to grease the right palms. And you seem to be screaming as if you think I am going to murder you. Relax, Professor."
The professor froze mid-motion, his hand hovering over the phone as his gaze snapped back to Cai. His face was ashen now, his lips pressed into a thin line. He cleared his throat, but the sound came out weak and strained. "You— You need to leave. Right now," he stammered, "I don’t care why you are here, but I have no wish to see you. So, if you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to call the police."
Cai’s smile widened, but his eyes remained cold and calculating. "What’s the rush, Professor?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft, like a predator toying with its prey. "What kind of teacher sends his old student away so rudely? Surely, we can spare a few minutes to catch up, hmm?"
The professor’s hand fell to the desk, shaking uncontrollably as beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, betraying the calm façade he was desperately trying to maintain. Cai tilted his head slightly, as though studying the man’s every reaction, his every twitch.