“I’m sorry, I really don’t understand,” Quentin said indifferently.
Ruben, seeing Quentin refusing him, frowned slightly.
“Dude, I’m just trying to help you out here.”
“Is it fun to make a big scene? Besides, as men, is it worthwhile to argue with women? Having such a narrow mind won’t lead to anything significant!” He lectured.
He stared at Quentin with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Mrs. Rosario also chuckled coldly, “If you apologize to me and compensate for a few million, we can call it even.”
Quentin sneered, “Do you really think highly of yourself?”
Ruben patted his shoulder and chuckled, “Dude, with so many people watching, are you going to agree or not?”
“If you listen to me today, perhaps I might consider helping you out in the future!”
“I won’t,” Quentin said, pushing away Ruben’s hand on his shoulder.
He detested people like Ruben, who liked to show off and pretended to be gentlemen capable of settling disputes.
“Where were you when my child was being bullied before? Now you come here pretending to be a good person, it’s ridiculous.”
“She bullied my child, I gave her a few slaps, and that settles it. You come here trying to intervene, asking me to listen to you… Don’t you think there’s something wrong with your head?”
Quentin’s sarcasm made Ruben’s face even uglier.
As Mr. Finch, he had never been treated like this since he became successful.
“Fine!”
“You’ve got guts!”
“You’re tough!”
He chuckled coldly, “I hope you can still be this tough later.”
Riya also said lightly, “Mr. Finch, it’s better if you don’t get involved in this matter. Otherwise, you might really be suspected of intervening.”
Upon hearing Riya’s words, Ruben also smiled awkwardly, nodding slightly. “Ms. Shannon, you’re right.”
He had to listen to her. Although Riya in front of him wasn’t very wealthy, she held his lifeline. Moreover, he had been eyeing her for who knows how long, waiting for the right opportunity to take her.
Just now, he stepped forward to speak, wanting to demonstrate his abilities in front of Riya. However, this guy was so ignorant of what’s good for him.
He glanced at his watch and said in a deep voice, “The parents’ meeting is about to begin.”
“I don’t want to argue with someone like you. Mr. Rogers will be here soon, and I have a dinner with Mr. Rogers and a few business partners later, as well as a gathering.”
“I don’t want to lower myself by arguing with you.”
“Eating with Mr. Rogers?”
“Wow, Mr. Finch is indeed impressive!”
“To have the chance to dine at the same table as Mr. Rogers, that’s quite a status!”
The surrounding parents’ eyes were filled with envy, their admiration and respect for Ruben becoming even stronger.
Who was Raphael Rogers?
He was among the top tycoons in Stresall.
Could an ordinary person have the opportunity to dine with him? And Ruben now had that qualification! How could they not envy him?
Ruben listened to these compliments, feeling a bit pleased in his expression, but he modestly said, “It’s not worth mentioning.”
Quentin didn’t engage in idle chatter with them either. He sat between the two children, holding them on his knees and occasionally playing with them… quietly waiting for the start of the parents’ meeting.
Those people looked at Quentin and his wife with strange glances.
However, this time, they didn’t dare to gossip randomly anymore, having seen Quentin’s protective stance before.
A Bugatti slowly drove up to the entrance of Sloburg Kindergarten…
Immediately, the school’s high-level staff and board members who had been waiting on both sides of the school all bowed in unison:
“Welcome, Mr. Rogers, to our school-”
The big boss, Raphael Rogers, had arrived!
After Raphael Rogers entered, the school gate closed slowly once again…
Meanwhile, inside the security room, Teeny watched Raphael Rogers’ departing car with a flicker in his eyes, then slowly pressed the electronic lock button at the school gate…
He glanced around, making sure no one was watching him, then expressionlessly sent out a message on his phone.
Then, he deleted the records directly.
And the few people who had been lurking in the abandoned junk room, upon receiving the message, exchanged glances, stood up, put on their masks, and walked out…
“When the time comes, instruct them to transfer the money to this overseas card.”
“I bought this card from someone else when I was abroad. No one can trace it back to us.”
The boss said in a deep voice.
“Understood.” The others nodded.
“Our main target today is still Raphael Rogers.”
“And remember, we must maintain control of the situation.”
“Anyone who dares to step out of line, don’t show any mercy!”