The Strongest Curse Master-Chapter 108: Delinquent Daughter

"Holy shit! You’re that weirdo Ace that Mike used to bully in our class. You’ve lost so much weight I almost didn’t recognize you," Ava exclaimed, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Ms. Matthews’ words had confirmed her guess. Smirking, she leaned in slightly, her tone laced with amusement. "Did you transfer here because of Mike? Didn’t you hear? He and his brother were gunned down by a rival gang ten miles from here. Wait, it wasn’t you, was it?"

"Ava, you knew your fellow classmate was being bullied? How could you not report it to me?" Principal Martin thundered, his face flushed with anger, completely forgetting his surroundings. The entire staff room fell silent, and all eyes turned toward him, the tension palpable.

"Please, calm down, Uncle Martin," Ms. Matthews interjected, her voice soothing, though her expression showed concern. But before she could continue, crossing her arms defensively, Ava interrupted her, "Cuz, you stay out of it." With voice dripped with sarcasm she spoke to her father, "Dad, I am no snitch. Besides, weren’t you the one who said that at school, you’re not my father but Principal?"

"Y-you know I’ve been trying to implement a zero-tolerance policy, right? The teachers were unresponsive, but you—you’re my daughter. How could you not mention it even once when I asked every day how school was?" Principal Martin’s voice cracked, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of her words had struck him deep. He looked heartbroken.

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"Dad, that’s your job as the Principal, not mine. I thought you cared about me. Turns out, you just want me to snitch," Ava shot back, her voice rising. She muttered under her breath, "Grown man asking his daughter to do his job."

"Ava, shut up!" Ms. Matthews snapped, her eyes narrowing. Her tone was ice-cold, sharp enough to cut. "Uncle, please calm down…" She glanced between them, clearly trying to diffuse the growing tension.

But Principal Martin seemed paralyzed, his face pale. He looked at his daughter as though seeing her for the first time, stunned by the harshness of her words.

Meanwhile, Ace who was trigger the sparked this entire drama, silently watched the scene unfold with a detached, almost cold expression. To him, they were all strangers. Principal Martin could preach all he wanted now, but Mike’s atrocities had been well-known at their old high school. Unless the man had been deaf, dumb, and blind, he had to have known what was happening—and he had chosen to look away. Not to mention, the numerous time he bent rules for his delinquent daughter.

As for Ava, she was just another wannabe gangster who hung around the delinquents from their school. There were talks that Mike had spiked her drink and tried to force himself on her at a party. Even in her muddled state, she had allegedly beaten him and his friends unconscious and thrown them into a nearby dumpster.

But no one believed it as there wasn’t any digital evidence. Not to mention, it sounded too far-fetched, and if it were true, the 9Ks would’ve retaliated on her with a drive-by. Ace believed there was some truth to the story, though. Perhaps the 9Ks hadn’t reacted because they knew Ava’s real identity, or maybe someone powerful had stepped in to diffuse the situation. He’d always suspected some of the Kings held high-level positions in the city. Otherwise, their heinous crimes wouldn’t go unnoticed for so long.

What surprised him was that Ava knew about the incident that happened ten miles from here, while his uncle Dan and Mandy, who lived in this town, had little idea. It seemed Ava’s mother brought her work home—and did more than that, like getting her daughter out of the city. How could she not, after discovering a curse core initiation array on the school rooftop and learning that a curse user had killed one of the students?

But why here? Wasn’t the incident ten miles away? Did she choose this place because of their relationship with Ms. Matthews? But they didn’t look alike. His homeroom teacher was mixed, with beige skin, while Ava and her father were redheads with skin as pale as snow. It seemed someone in their family tree had taken their fondness of dark chocolate to the next level. Ace didn’t dare guess further—it was none of his business. Still, Ms. Matthews was a fine woman, ’No wonder Danny’s grades were slipping.’

"Ahem! You folks might not mind airing your family business in public, but for the rest of us, it’s an eyesore. So, if you’re done, Ms. Matthews, please complete my transfer procedure so I can get to class on time," Ace arrogantly criticized the trio, his voice dripping with disdain. He’d had enough of their hypocrisy. When he was in trouble, no one cared to react, but now that it was over, everyone was suddenly sympathetic, ’Bullshit.’

"How dare you talk to my father like that?" Ava snapped, her eyes blazing. She lunged forward, grabbing Ace by the collar. He could have easily dodged her, but he stood still, curious to see if this school would be the same as the last.

"Uh… Ava?" Ms. Matthews gasped, shocked by her cousin’s sudden outburst.

"Ava, unhand him this instant!" Principal Martin shouted, his face turning a furious shade of red.

"Not until he apologizes to you," Ava shot back, tightening her grip on Ace’s collar, her voice trembling with rage. She glared at him fiercely, only to hear him calmly ask, "And why should I apologize? You all should be apologizing to me for wasting my time with your family drama. It’s such an eyesore."

"Now you’ve done it," Ava hissed. She loosened her left hand from his collar, preparing to slap him. But before her hand could land, Ace grabbed her wrist, holding it firmly in place. No matter how much force she applied, she couldn’t move it forward—or break free.

"Is this how the school treats its students?" Ace shouted, his voice echoing in the silent room. "The entire teaching staff is just watching while an entitled student attacks a humble one for speaking up. Is it because her father is the high school Principal and my father is a farmer? Wow. You’ve opened my eyes to how cruel society can be. You people are great, even when you are not teaching anything you teach something." He glared around at the teachers, who stood frozen, watching the scene unfold like a spectacle.