The Legendary Papa System: My Daughter's Pride is My Power

Chapter 3: The Headmaster Bows Down

Headmaster Arthur Caldwell was signing documents on the second floor when his phone vibrated violently on the wooden desk.

He picked it up without thinking. The screen lit up. Official notifications from the foundation system appeared in sequence. The subject line was brief and impossible to mistake.

[Change of Majority Ownership of the St. Jude’s Prep Foundation]

[New Majority Shareholder: Rovan Miller]

[Effective Immediately]

Caldwell read it twice. Three times. His fingers trembled. He opened the attached certificate. Digital signatures, official seal, registration number he recognized. Everything was legitimate.

He stood up so fast that his chair was knocked backward, slamming into the bookshelf. Documents scattered across his desk. He did not care. He bolted out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time, his breath already labored before he even reached the ground floor.

In the hall, silence still hung in the air after Millie's shout. Victoria stood rigid. The mother with the pearl necklace held her champagne glass too tightly. Several parents exchanged glances, waiting for someone to break the tension.

The main hall doors burst open.

Caldwell rushed in, his face deathly pale. Sweat glistened on his temples despite the cool air in the room. His eyes scanned the crowd and immediately locked onto Rovan, who was still standing near the chair with Millie clinging to his waist.

He walked briskly, his steps uneven. When he reached Rovan, he stopped, breathing heavily.

Then, in front of every parent present, the Headmaster of St. Jude's Prep bowed deeply.

"Mr. Miller," his voice was raspy. "I... I have just received official notification. Congratulations on taking majority ownership of the foundation."

The room, already quiet, went completely dead silent.

Victoria opened her mouth. "What... what does this mean?"

Caldwell straightened up, but did not dare look at anyone except Rovan. "The foundation has confirmed it. Mr. Rovan Miller now holds the majority shares of St. Jude’s Prep. All strategic decisions rest in his hands."

The mother with the pearl necklace swallowed hard. "Is this a joke?"

"It is no joke, Mrs. Harrington," Caldwell answered without turning around. "The documents are valid. I checked them myself."

Rovan stood motionless. His gray uniform was still the same. His hand remained on Millie's hair. The phone in his pants pocket felt heavy.

Victoria stepped forward. "Headmaster, you cannot be serious. This man is a janitor. He was just mopping the floor of this very hall!"

Caldwell finally turned to face her. His face was still pale, but his voice was firm. "His previous employment status does not change the legal facts, Mrs. Ashford. Mr. Miller is the majority owner. I have been instructed to honor that decision."

"Instructed by whom?" Victoria demanded.

"By the foundation's automated system," Caldwell answered. "I do not have the authority to question it."

A man in a dark suit in the back tried to speak up. "There must be some misunderstanding. How could a janitor—"

"There is no misunderstanding," Caldwell interrupted. He bowed toward Rovan again, even deeper than before. "Mr. Miller, would you like me to make an official announcement to everyone present?"

Rovan looked around. All eyes were fixed on him. Victoria was trembling. Mrs. Harrington held onto her husband's arm. A few other mothers had already backed away two steps.

Millie was still hugging him, her face buried in her father's shirt. The child did not yet understand what had just happened.

Rovan spoke. "That won't be necessary."

Caldwell nodded quickly. "Understood. I will await further instructions in my office."

Victoria refused to back down. "This is impossible! I will contact the foundation board tonight!"

Caldwell looked at her for the first time with a changed expression. "Mrs. Ashford, the foundation board no longer holds majority control. The decision rests with Mr. Miller now."

Silence fell again. This time, it was heavier.

Rovan felt a subtle vibration in his pocket. He knew the system interface had vanished, but the numbers in his bank account had not. The certificate had not. It was all real.

He looked down at Millie. "We are going home."

Millie looked up. "Dad... why did the Headmaster bow?"

"Later," Rovan answered softly. "Right now, we are going home."

Victoria was still standing there. Her voice cracked as she spoke again. "You... you cannot just walk out as if nothing happened. Explain yourself!"

Rovan looked at her. Not with anger. Not with triumph. Just a flat gaze that made the woman shut her mouth.

"There is nothing to explain tonight," he said.

He took Millie by the hand and walked toward the door. Caldwell immediately stepped aside, bowing once more as they passed him. Several parents backed away on their own, as if afraid to touch the gray uniform.

In the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoed clearly because the hall behind them had fallen completely silent. Millie squeezed her father's fingers tighter.

"Dad, I was scared earlier," she whispered.

"I know."

"They were mean."

"I know."

Millie went quiet for a moment. "But now the Headmaster respects you, Dad. Why?"

Rovan did not answer right away. He opened the exit door leading to the staff parking lot. The London night air felt cold against his face. Streetlights reflected off leftover puddles of rainwater.

"Because this school has new rules," he said finally. "But that is adult business. You don't need to worry."

Millie nodded, though clearly still confused. She pressed close to her father's side as they walked toward the bus stop.

Back inside the hall they had left behind, Caldwell still stood in the middle of the room. He pulled out his phone and typed a quick message to all senior staff.

Victoria sank into the nearest chair, her champagne glass set down on the floor. Mrs. Harrington whispered to her husband, her voice no longer steady.

"How is this possible... he is just a janitor."

No one answered.

Meanwhile, on the way home, Rovan held Millie's hand with one hand and his phone with the other. He opened his banking app once more. The number remained unchanged. Two point seven billion. The foundation certificate was still stored in his downloads folder.

He turned off the screen.

Millie gently swung their joined hands. "Dad, I am still going to school tomorrow like usual, right?"

"Of course."

"Will you still walk me there?"

"Of course."

The child smiled faintly, as if that were the only thing that mattered. Rovan looked down at his daughter's head, which barely reached his waist. He felt two realizations dawn on him at once.

The system was real.

And now, the most elite school in London was under his control.

The bus arrived. They boarded. Millie sat by the window, still holding her father's fingers. Rovan sat beside her, gazing into the dark streets outside.

He decided one thing before the bus pulled away.

Tonight, in their small apartment, he would say nothing. Not about the numbers in his account. Not about the certificate. Not about why the Headmaster had bowed. Millie would eat instant noodles as usual, listen to a bedtime story as usual, and go to sleep with a smile as usual.

Because the child was still innocent. And Rovan intended to keep her that way for as long as possible.

The bus drove on. City lights drifted across the window glass. Rovan closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of the phone in his pocket and the warmth of the small hand in his grip.

Tomorrow, everything will be different.

But tonight, he was still an ordinary father heading home with his daughter after a long day.