The two of them were enjoying themselves, looking at beautiful women when suddenly a group of high school girls, around seventeen or eighteen years old, surrounded them. They chattered away excitedly, “You’re Kate, the A-list female star, right? Ahh! I just saw your drama. Can you please sign your autograph?”
“I want one too! Kate, we love you!”
“Can you sign mine too? I really like your performance in Lingyue Legend.”
Kate didn’t know when she was recognized by people and now found herself surrounded by a large group of fans. Cheyenne had no choice but to step back.
She looked on with glee at Kate’s awkward situation.
On the other side, while signing autographs for her fans, the paparazzi who had been following her also noticed what was happening and ran over.
Kate had to make a quick escape and shouted loudly to Cheyenne as she ran away. “Cheyenne, I have something else to do here. Remember what I asked you earlier.”
“What is it?” Cheyenne tilted her head for a long time before finally remembering and replied. “Okay, I remember.”
Hearing this response made Kate feel relieved as she pressed down on her fisherman hat with one hand while holding onto the hem of her skirt with the other hand as she desperately ran towards a hidden alleyway.
As soon as she left though, all those fans went crazy chasing after her from behind making Cheyenne sweat profusely just watching them.
Fortunately for Cheyenne, since Lola Harper, one of her identities, always wore masks during performances, nobody knew she was actually Lola Harper.
Since Kate had left and there was nothing else going on, so Cheyenne decided it was time to go home and sleep, but then suddenly received an unexpected phone call from Grandpa.
“Grandpa, is there anything important that made you call me?”
Background noise could be heard like sounds of mahjong tiles clacking together. It made old Mr. Foley’s voice sound somewhat unclear amidst all that noise.
“Cheyenne… I have some urgent business right now, so can you please pick up Oliver after school today at 4:30 PM? If it’s not convenient for you, then let Kelvin do it instead because kindergarten management is very strict and only parents can pick up their children.”
Ever since Oliver and Cierra were born except for breastfeeding them both which only lasted several months, everything else big or small related to raising these two kids were handled by Grandpa or Kelvin himself.
Previously when Oliver needed someone to pick him up from school, Grandpa would come do it but now he had something he needed to take care of, so Cheyenne would pick up her son herself.
“Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll go pick up Oliver,” Cheyenne said over the phone.
“Good, then I can rest easy,” old Mr. Foley replied before hanging up.
Cheyenne stood there, holding the phone, pondering a serious question in her mind. which kindergarten was Oliver attending?
Laurel Kindergarten was the number one elite nursery school in Akloit. The tuition alone cost over ten thousand dollars a year, not to mention other miscellaneous fees.
Only wealthy families could afford to send their children here, so it naturally created an atmosphere of competition among parents waiting for their kids outside of school.
The empty space in front of the school gate turned into a runway for parents to show off their outfits while inside, children played and chattered away with baby voices like they were in a bird sanctuary.
A slightly chubby little boy proudly announced. “The woman wearing red at the entrance is my mom.”
Hearing this, other children began pointing out their own mothers as well. “My mom wearing floral dress is so pretty!”
“Hmph! Your mom isn’t as pretty as mine! She’s wearing black!”
“I’ve seen Sasha’s mother before; she’s a star and the most beautiful.”
…
Sasha was called out by name but remained obediently standing with her hands behind her back while gazing at the TV on the wall playing Tom and Jerry.
She suddenly heard someone talking about her mother but just smiled sweetly without saying anything.
Two adorable dimples appeared on her fair cheeks when she smiled.
The chubby boy stared at Sasha motionlessly and offered his snacks to her generously. “Sasha, do you want some? These are chocolate beans that my mom brought back from abroad just for me. They’re really sweet and delicious.”
Although Sasha didn’t like chocolate much, she couldn’t refuse his kindness so she replied softly. “Thank you.”
Other kids nearby also wanted some but no one dared ask since he had always been known for being protective of his food.
However, something unexpected happened – after receiving chocolate beans from him, Sasha gave them away to another quiet little boy sitting alone in a corner instead of eating them herself.
The little boy looked to be only three or four years old, dressed in a kindergarten uniform. His cold and refined face resembled that of a little prince from a movie.
When Sasha offered him some chocolate beans, the little boy shook his head and firmly refused.
“No!” he said. He didn’t want to eat these sickly sweet things.
Sasha felt rejected and her cherry-red lips pouted as she sighed. “Okay, since you don’t want them, Oliver, I’ll give them to Fatty instead. Sasha won’t eat them either.”
Fatty was so angry that his face turned red. He grabbed Sasha’s hand and pulled her over to his side. “Don’t play with that snobby kid! What’s so great about him?”
“Our moms will come pick us up later, but not Oliver’s mom,” another child chimed in. “That means Oliver’s mom doesn’t like him at all.”
“That makes sense,” someone else agreed. “Who would like someone with such a bad attitude?”
After Fatty spoke up, everyone began whispering among themselves again until they came to the conclusion that Oliver was just an unloved bad kid!
Sasha heard this and immediately wanted to defend Oliver. “No, no, no! It’s not like that at all! I’ve met Oliver’s mom before; she is just as beautiful as my own mother.”
Everyone had seen Sasha’s mother before; she was practically an angel on earth.
She insisted that Oliver’s mother was also beautiful but nobody wanted to believe her, even though Sasha herself was the prettiest girl in class and very popular among everyone there and they knew she wouldn’t lie.
Fatty frowned. “You’re only saying this because you’re friends with him.” He continued accusingly. “Oliver’s parents have never come pick him up before – he must be one of those bad kids without any parents!”
At this point even quiet little Oliver couldn’t take it anymore; he suddenly stood up from his seat with a push towards Fatty
Despite the fact that Fatty was one year older than Oliver, taller, and physically larger than him, when it came to fighting, he couldn’t compare to Oliver, who had been personally trained by Kelvin. Instead, Oliver had him pinned to the ground, delivering a relentless beating.