Chapter 179
On the way to the kindergarten.
Michael got a call from the school saying someone was causing trouble at the kindergarten entrance, claiming to be Samuel's father and Nora's boyfriend.
Making a scene at the school? Really asking for it.
"Mr. Smith, what happened?" Seeing Michael's expression darken, Nora asked quietly.
"Nothing, I'll handle it." Michael said nothing more and parked the car in a spot by the kindergarten entrance.
Nora looked confused at the kindergarten entrance that was completely blocked by crowds, "What's going on today?"
"Someone's asking for death today." Michael tugged at his tie, took off his suit jacket and tossed it in the car, removed his watch—all in one smooth, impressive motion.
Nora gasped. Was he going to fight?
"Mr. Smith!" Nora got out of the car in a panic, planning to stop Michael.
"Where's Nora? Get Nora out here to see me!" Over there, the man was still shouting.
"What's going on?" Seeing Michael and Nora arrive, Clea walked over and asked, "That man, do you know him?"
Nora shook her head blankly, "Who is he?"
Clea narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to block Michael, "The CEO of the Smith Group planning to make headlines by getting in a fight in broad daylight?"
Michael's face was dark and he said nothing, clearly not caring about any of that right now.
"Let me handle this." Clea pointed at Nora, "Give me your jacket."
Nora looked at Michael in confusion.
Only after Michael nodded did she give her jacket to Clea.
Clea tied up her long hair so you couldn't tell its length from the front.
Wearing Nora's clothes, Clea pushed through the crowd, "Jasper, what's going on?"
Clea ran over calling for Jasper.
"Who are you? When did I ever date you?" Clea asked timidly in a small voice.
Her acting was spot on.
She was imitating Nora perfectly.
Even Jasper was confused—what was this move?
The man glanced at Clea, clearly not catching on yet, "Nora, now you're pretending you don't know me? That wasn't your attitude when you were begging me to sleep with you."
Clea's eyes reddened, "I don't even know you."
"Still saying you don't know me? Samuel is my son!" The man stepped forward to grab Clea's wrist.
Jasper was quick to grab the man's hand and squeezed hard.
"Nora, tell him to let go!" The man grimaced in pain.
Clea sneered and kicked the man right between the legs.
The man groaned and fell to the ground, teeth clenched in pain, "Nora, you bitch."
"Open your eyes and see who I am." Clea kicked him again, "Which idiot let a mad dog like you loose?"
The man looked at Clea in shock. Damn, she wasn't Nora. "You're not Nora. Where's Nora?"
"I was begging you to sleep with me and you don't even recognize me?" Clea stepped on the man's head and pointed at those recording videos and watching the show, "Everyone get lost."
Those recording videos were all scared by Clea.
But clearly she wasn't Nora.
In the crowd, Nora hid behind Michael, her heart jumping—Clea was so cool.
She really liked her.
"Who are you? It's been so many years, how could I recognize you right away? Where's Nora? Get her out here." The man was still yelling.
With Jasper there, he couldn't pull anything.
Clea laughed, "Your mom must have a great sense of humor, giving birth to a joke like you. Spill it—who sent you here? Tell the truth and I'll leave you a complete corpse."
The man was scared by Clea and tried to resist, but Jasper pinned him down.
"I want to see Nora! I want to see Nora!" The man kept howling.
Clea signaled the bodyguards beside her to cover his mouth, "Take him away."
That's when the man started to get scared.
"It's cold out, cover him with plenty of dirt so he doesn't catch cold." Clea said in a low voice, glancing at the time, "You have twenty-four hours to find out who sent him to cause trouble."
The bodyguards nodded and dragged him away.
"The world is quiet now." Clea picked at her ear.
"Clea, this way of yours..." Jasper wanted to say something but stopped. He was really frustrated by Clea's simple and brutal methods—they could easily cause trouble for herself.
"What about me? Did anyone see anything?" Clea turned to look at the onlookers, "A patient with aggressive mental illness—I'm having him sent to a mental hospital. I'm doing society a favor. Did you see anything? That guy was seriously ill, talking complete nonsense."
The onlookers didn't dare say anything.
"Alright, parents are here to pick up their kids, come with me." Clea grabbed Jasper by the collar and dragged him to the car.
Jasper frowned and looked helplessly at Nora.
Nora waved at Jasper, indicating "Don't worry, I've got Samuel."
Jasper glared at Nora, but before he could refuse, Clea dragged him into the car.
"Boss, I'm off work." Jasper looked helplessly at Clea who had 'kidnapped' him.
"Overtime." Clea didn't give Jasper a chance to refuse.
The car stopped beside Michael, and Clea returned Nora's jacket to her, "Mr. Smith, got it?"
Michael took Nora's jacket, his face dark.
Clearly, Nora had offended someone, and they were using this method to mess with her.
But causing such a scene at the kindergarten entrance served no purpose.
The only possibility was that this commotion would reach the Wood family's ears.
And Noah would definitely be angry about Nora's supposed promiscuity and have Samuel take another paternity test.
"Mr. Smith, you owe me one for this."
Clea reminded Michael.
She never took a loss—Michael would have to pay her back in the future.
If she hadn't stepped in today, Michael definitely would have.
With so many eyes watching, Michael getting in a street fight, regardless of the reason, would look really bad for him.
Michael nodded.
Clea smiled with satisfaction—she was waiting for Michael to nod.
Rolling up the car window, Clea threw herself into Jasper's arms, "I was so scared just now."
Jasper had a headache.
"Can you guess who it is?" Michael asked.
Nora shook her head.
It wasn't that she couldn't guess—she just didn't dare say.
Michael's expression was serious, with a bad feeling.
Once Noah found out Samuel wasn't the Wood family's child, he would definitely make a move.
If Noah used his connections against Nora, things would get very messy.
His phone rang—it was David calling.
"Mr. Smith, someone downstairs at the company wants to see Nora. Says he's Nora's college classmate, and that he used to date Nora. Samuel is his son. His name is Stanley Ortiz."
Michael frowned, his knuckles white with anger.
Perfect. They were all coming out of the woodwork.
Whoever was scheming against Nora was determined to make the Wood family take action.