Audrey let out a soft exclamation and said, “Of course I don’t know. How would I know who he is?”
The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to her best friend, a college classmate.
“I thought you might know who he is! If you do, you have to introduce me to him!”
“Mm,” Audrey replied with a single word. After exchanging a few more remarks, they hung up.
After putting down her phone, Audrey fell into another moment of silence.
Meanwhile…
Kayden had taken Leah and the girl, Amy, to a restaurant near the school. It was one of the more upscale spots in the area, and because of its exclusivity, the restaurant was nearly empty.
Kayden didn’t bother to explain what had just happened. He knew the two girls would figure it out sooner or later.
In truth, he could have killed that teacher outright, but he chose not to. Instead, recording the video was far more painful for the man than death could ever be.
That teacher was now a ruined man, no longer a “man” in any sense. Life held little meaning for him anymore. Once the video was made public, it wouldn’t take long for the weight of public opinion to crush him. This outcome was far more devastating than simply killing him.
Reflecting on this incident and comparing it to past events, Kayden noticed a clear pattern. The arrogance of many so-called “special guest lecturers” in the country was cultivated by those who idolized them without question. There were always people eager to grovel before such figures, elevating them to undeserved heights.
Kayden had no intention of letting such behavior slide. Every time he encountered it, he would deliver a brutal lesson.
However, he couldn’t be everywhere at once. So, he devised a strategy to send a message far and wide-exposing the wrongdoers through public spectacle. By stirring up a storm on the internet, he could at least intimidate those harboring malicious intentions.
The video he had recorded was guaranteed to cause an uproar. For a while, at least, no one would dare to act recklessly.
Kayden had even ordered Shadow to upload the video to platforms abroad. His aim was straightforward-to send a warning to privileged elites with sinister motives.
For Kayden, this was just another day. He had the power to deal with anyone he wanted, effortlessly exploiting their vulnerabilities.
While they waited for their food, Kayden received a call. A man’s voice, filled with anguish, came through the receiver.
“Mr. Scott, is this Mr. Scott? I’m Kade Vincent, Coleman’s son.”
Kade Vincent-the second son of Coleman.
“What is it?” Kayden asked coldly.
“My father… my father is missing. And my niece, Erika, she’s gone too.”
Hearing this, Kayden’s brows furrowed deeply.
Coleman missing? And Erika, too? The implication was clear-they had both vanished.
“What happened?” Kayden asked, his tone dark.
Coleman was an old man with a strong sense of justice, someone Kayden respected. So, hearing about his disappearance made Kayden uneasy. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered asking.
Kade Vincent’s voice trembled as he explained, “Things started going wrong for our family a few days ago. It began with business troubles, and then some of our shareholders started having accidents. Car crashes, strange mishaps-several of them have died in just a few days.”
“Three days ago, my father went out for a boat ride and never came back. The school called me, saying Erika hasn’t attended classes for three days. I panicked, so I called you.”
“I’ll look into it. I’ll have someone investigate,” Kayden replied.
“Thank you, Mr. Scott. Thank you so much.” Kade Vincent’s gratitude was palpable.
The call ended. Kayden’s expression relaxed once more.
“Kayden, what exactly did you do to Mr. Edd?” Leah asked curiously, her eyes fixed on him.
She hadn’t checked her phone yet. If she had, she wouldn’t have needed to ask.
Kayden glanced at Leah and said, “Nothing much. Just taught him some lessons about being a decent human being. From now on, he won’t bother you anymore. No one in this school will. Just focus on your studies.”
“Mm!” Leah nodded emphatically. Although she was still curious about what Kayden had done, she didn’t press further.
“By the way, um, I’m Amy. Can I ask you something?” Amy hesitated, looking at Kayden nervously.
After witnessing Kayden’s earlier violent behavior, she found him intimidating. Especially his eyes-they sent a shiver through her, making her feel deeply uneasy.
Kayden responded with a brief “Mm,” showing no particular interest.
Amy asked shyly, “Do you know anyone like you? Could you introduce me to someone? I’m single right now.”
Kayden: “-”
He was momentarily speechless. This must be the mind of a student, he thought.
Having never attended school himself, Kayden couldn’t understand what college students spent their days thinking about. But judging from Leah’s empty-headed demeanor, it probably revolved around trivial matters like love and relationships.
Shaking his head, he replied, “No, I don’t.”
Disappointment flickered across Amy’s face. She sighed and said, “That’s a pity.”
Kayden had nothing to say in return.
As they continued eating, a man’s voice suddenly echoed through the restaurant.
“It’s him! That’s the guy!”
The voice was familiar. Kayden felt like he had heard it somewhere before.
Looking toward the source, he saw a rotund man dressed in lavish clothing, sporting a small beard. The man was leading a group of people toward them.
The group, clad in suits, didn’t look like ordinary thugs. They carried themselves with an air of authority.
“Kid, so this is where you’ve been!” Bruce Peters stormed toward Kayden, his tone hostile.
Before Bruce could reach Kayden’s table, the restaurant’s owner quickly stepped in.
“What are you doing?” the owner demanded. “You can’t cause trouble in my restaurant. If you want to fight, take it outside!”
The owner, a middle-aged man in his forties, was clearly no stranger to student brawls. He had seen enough fights in his establishment to know how to handle troublemakers.
“Get lost!” Bruce Peters snapped, glaring at the owner and pointing a finger at him.
“This is my restaurant. Why should I leave? If any of you dare to cause trouble here, I’ll make sure you regret it!” The owner’s tone was firm as he strode forward, radiating confidence.
The owner seemed like a tough character, unwilling to back down.
But before he could get any closer, Bruce Peters pulled a check from his pocket and waved it in front of him.
“Five million. I’m buying this place. Now get out!”