He raised his voice even more to intimidate Maria. But on the other hand, Maria just chuckled softly.

However, even though it was just a soft laugh, everyone in the classroom heard her.

Lydia was stunned and overjoyed at the same time. Who did Maria think she was? How could she shame Foley like this? But at the same time, Lydia knew that because of Maria's actions, it was more than enough to make her career fail. After this incident was known, she could not make her way back ever again.

Lydia even thought that there was no need to take a video of this scene. After all, nearly a hundred people witnessed this moment with their own eyes.

“You are who you are. Disciple or not, you don't represent the old man, Vincent," Maria said with a shrug.

Everyone's eyes instantly widened.

Did Maria really say those words?

She just referred to Vincent as an old man. If someone heard it, they would clearly interpret it as an evidence of disrespect.

Lydia suddenly felt a Little regretful. If she could have recorded what Maria just said, she could share it to Vincent himself. That way, Maria's fall would be more spectacular.

“Professor Clemens!" Foley roared in anger, not able to take it anymore.

“Who is this young teacher? I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen someone as ignorant and conceited as her!"

Lydia Laughed softly and said, “Well, Miss Jenkins is... In fact, I don't know where she came from, nor am I aware of what real extraordinary talent she has. She's actually here to teach these students an online computer game. I heard that's what she's really good at."

With furrowed brows, Foley looked at Maria again.

She was young and arrogant.

And she was only good at playing computer games?

The image of an ignorant, young girl who had been addicted to online games quickly appeared in Foley's mind. The only good thing he could see about Maria was her impeccably beautiful face.

Foley scoffed coldly and asked, “Miss Jenkins... Did you just say that even though I am Mr. Geoffrey's disciple, I am not qualified to represent him? So, if even I can't represent him, then who can? Can you?"

Maria shook her head and sighed.

“What I'm saying is that Vincent's style belongs only to himself. Even if someone can copy his style so well, no one can represent him except himself."

Even though Maria's skills were actually on par with Vincent's, she had her own style. So even she didn't think that she could or should represent Vincent. In fact, she had never thought of representing Vincent at all.