Chapter 208
Oh, by the way, Savannah has the day off today and said she wants to come over and hang out with you."" Michael walked a few steps, then turned back to look at Nora.
With Savannah keeping Nora company, he felt more at ease.
Nora looked at Michael in surprise.
Before she came here, the butler had personally instructed her that Michael was a neat freak who liked quiet, and she absolutely couldn't bring outsiders back or let anyone come to the house, because Michael would get angry.
But he seemed to be surprisingly indulgent with her.
At the Smith Group.
"Mr. Smith, you're finally here. The chairman wants to fire Nora, saying her mother came to the company making a scene and disrupted normal operations." As soon as Gia saw Michael arrive, she rushed over to him.
"Who said that’s Nora’s mother?" Michael asked in a low voice.
Everyone was shocked—this shrew wasn't Nora's mother?
"The chairman is waiting for you in his office." Nolan's assistant was also waiting for Michael.
Michael snorted coldly and headed straight for the elevator.
In the conference room.
Nolan was already waiting for Michael. He knew Michael would definitely come.
"I heard you want to fire my personal assistant?" As soon as he entered the office, Michael got straight to the point.
"What? I can't even fire a small assistant?" Nolan spoke in a heavy voice, slapping the table, "The company is in chaos, what are you doing!"
"May I ask what my assistant did wrong?" Michael looked at Nolan with cold eyes.Father and son faced off, going head to head. Clearly, Nolan’s presence wasn’t as imposing as Michael’s.Nolan naturally lost ground, even feeling his back tense up.
His son had grown up—he was challenging him now.
"Michael, how can you talk to Dad like that? He's your elder, our father. You should respect him." James, sitting to the side, added fuel to the fire.
"I'm talking to my dad. When does a bastard like you get to butt in?" Michael no longer hid his disgust for James.
Whatever Luna had done, just based on what James did to Nora alone, he deserved to die ten million times over.
"Dad..." James was left speechless by Michael's scolding and could only turn to Nolan for help.
Clearly, this was Nolan's fault, and besides looking grim, he couldn't say anything.
"You're beneath contempt. Get out!" Michael told James to get lost—he wanted to talk to Nolan alone.
"You!" James clenched his fists tightly. Michael was going too far.
"Go out first." Nolan also spoke up, telling James to leave.
James's face darkened even more. He got up angrily and slammed the door on his way out.
Michael!
He would make Michael lose completely, crush him under his feet!
Make sure he could never turn things around!
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Downstairs at the Smith Group.
Jasper and Clea arrived a bit later than Michael.
"Mom, this is a society ruled by law. You brought some relatives here to make a scene—do you think the police might take you away?" Jasper tried to persuade Opal to leave.
"Don't try to scare me. I want to see Nora. I'm her mother. I want her to quit her job. I'm not well, and I need her to come home and take care of me!" Opal kept shouting for Nora to come home.
Jasper stood beside Opal, "Mom, I'm giving you one more chance."
Opal snorted and continued making a scene.
This time, Clea was unusually quiet, standing to the side with her eyes always on Jasper.
His face was dark, looking heartbreaking.
Born into such a family, how much suffering had he endured, how much grievance had he suffered?
Because she was Jasper's mother, Clea didn't interrupt for now. She'd see what Jasper's attitude was and how he'd handle it.
"I wasn't well in prison. I went to jail for her. It's only right that she quit her job and take care of me at home!" Opal kept shouting.
"If you're not well, I'll quit my job and take care of you." Jasper reached out to grab Opal, trying to forcibly drag her away.
Opal threw herself on the ground, refusing to get up no matter what, and even cursed at Jasper, "You stupid thing! You're so dumb! Nora went to prison and you're still helping her raise her kid. If it wasn't for that burden, would you still not have a girlfriend? Until Nora's dealt with, who would dare marry you!"
Jasper stood frozen in place, looking at Opal in shock.
He was starting to wonder—was Nora really Opal's biological daughter, his real sister?
If they were mother and daughter, why was the difference so huge?
Nora was such a kind woman—why did she end up with a mother like Opal?
"Are you leaving or not?" Jasper's voice was hoarse.
"No! I'm not leaving." Opal continued making a scene.
Jasper nodded, "Fine, then keep making your scene here."
Turning around, Jasper called the police, saying that at the entrance of the Smith Group, someone was disturbing public order and obstructing normal company operations.
Jasper knew Michael didn't call the police out of consideration for Nora, and he knew Nolan didn't call the police because he deliberately let her make a scene here.
But he could call the police.
Having just gotten out of prison, Opal naturally feared the police most—she didn't want to be locked up again.
Obviously, Opal never expected her own biological son to call the police on her!
Looking at Jasper in shock, Opal went crazy and rushed forward to hit him.
Clea instinctively stepped forward, standing in front of Jasper.
That slap didn't land on Jasper's face—it landed on Clea's.
Jasper's heart tightened. He instinctively pulled Clea into his arms from behind, looking at Opal with intense anger, "Are you crazy! Do you know who she is!"
Opal, provoked by Jasper, continued her tantrum, "I don't care who she is. She got in the way, so she's asking for it!"
Clea frowned, her eyes darkening.
Taking off her hat and mask, Clea pointed to her reddened, fair cheek, "Do you know how much my face is worth?"
"There are cameras here too. You hit me, which is assault. My lawyer will be here right away. I'm requesting an injury assessment. If my eardrum accidentally gets perforated, or if there's any other damage that constitutes minor injury, do you know how many years you'd be sentenced to and how much compensation you'd have to pay?"
Clea looked at Opal.
Opal obviously didn't know Clea's identity yet and didn't tone down her shrewish behavior at all.
"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jasper's boss. Jasper's monthly salary of eighty thousand dollars is paid by me. His job is to protect me. My face is insured, and they signed a contract about this too. If I get injured in front of this bodyguard, not only will the contract be terminated, but he'll also have to pay me three million dollars in damages."
Clea held up three fingers to Opal.
Instantly, Opal quieted down, looking at Clea in shock, then at Jasper, "That very generous boss you mentioned—it's her?"
Jasper's face was dark, "Yes."
"No, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to hit you. Look, how about you hit me back?" Opal panicked. Having worked as a nanny in wealthy households for several years, she still knew how to read the situation.
This Clea had an air of nobility from head to toe, and that face clearly came from expensive skincare products.
She naturally couldn't afford to compensate.
Opal started crying in fear, begging Jasper, "Jasper, please beg your boss not to fire you. What are we going to do?"