As Kayden’s cold voice fell, an unidentified object flew toward the doorway.
“Ah!” A shrill scream echoed through the room, followed by the sight of Bruce Peters clutching his leg and writhing on the floor in agony.
It turned out that after witnessing Goldie Alfredson’s sudden submission, Bruce had tried to sneak out. But before he could make it to the door, Kayden caught him.
A chopstick had pierced Bruce’s thigh, and blood was gushing out in an alarming stream. His face twisted in pain, teeth clenched, and his expression grew increasingly feral.
“I haven’t given you permission to leave,” Kayden said coldly, his dark eyes fixed on Bruce Peters.
Bruce, his face pale and contorted, retorted through gritted teeth, “I don’t care who you are. My father is Robert Peters. You’d better let me go today, or my father will send someone to kill you!”
“Robert Peters?” Kayden’s gaze shifted to Goldie Alfredson. “Who is he?”
Goldie, trembling, swallowed hard before answering, “Robert Peters is the chairman of Peters Enterprise and the head of Blueocean Estate. We’re staying at his house. To be honest, we wouldn’t have stepped in if not for his father’s influence.”
Robert Peters. The head of Peters Enterprise.
A month ago, Peters Enterprise had been just a small corporation. But over the past month, it had experienced meteoric growth, acquiring several banks and purchasing numerous businesses in the Inassea region, including those in entertainment, real estate, and textiles.
Their goal was clear: to establish a monopoly over Inassea’s industrial chain.
No one knew where Peters Enterprise had gotten so much funding, and their sudden rise had left many baffled.
This rapid ascent had made Bruce Peters even more arrogant.
He often boasted that his father was going to dominate Inassea, becoming its business overlord and the wealthiest man in the region. To make matters worse, Bruce had brazenly pursued Audrey, swearing he’d win her over within a month.
After listening to Goldie Alfredson’s explanation, Kayden’s expression shifted slightly as he asked, “So, you’re here to help Robert Peters become the new overlord of Inassea, aren’t you?”
Goldie quickly shook his head. “I don’t know anything. I just follow what my master tells me to do.”
“Fine,” Kayden said with a faint nod. “Then go back and tell Robert Peters to wait for me.”
With Coleman and Erika’s lives still uncertain, Kayden knew he had to rescue them first. As for Robert Peters, he could eliminate him anytime. A few extra days wouldn’t make a difference.
“Where are we going?” Goldie asked, his face pale with fear.
Kayden’s voice was calm, almost detached, as he uttered just two words: “Hiphia.”
The mention of that place stirred countless memories within Kayden. Who would have thought that simply saying the name of a location could evoke such longing for someone?
Georgia.
For Kayden, she meant more than words could express.
She was the one who had melted his cold indifference. Every time he thought of her, her face, her smile, her voice-it all came flooding back.
Georgia, I’m coming for you.
“Kayden, are you really going back to Hiphia?” Leah asked, her tone tinged with nostalgia.
Kayden nodded slightly. “Stay here. No one will dare to bully you again. If anyone causes you trouble, find Audrey. She’ll take care of it.”
–
The video of Kayden forcing Edd to take a selfie went viral, setting the internet ablaze!
Within just an hour or two, it became the talk of every platform, spreading like wildfire. Furious comments flooded in, condemning the teacher in the video.
Many swore they’d find that “disgusting teacher” and make him pay.
Even small-time influencers looking for attention announced plans to livestream themselves confronting the teacher. Social media was in total uproar.
The school had no choice but to abandon any plans to protect the teacher. His offense was too grave, and anyone defending him would be signing their own death warrant.
Within two days, the teacher was dead.
Rumor had it that a comment with over 100, 000 likes had prompted someone to track him down during a livestream. When they arrived at his location, they found his lifeless body.
If not for the livestream, the person who found him might have been accused of murder.
This was Kayden’s way of killing-no weapons necessary. Sometimes, all it took was a little ingenuity to destroy someone.
Some were enraged, while others, upholding their sense of justice, condemned those involved.
–
Principal Ashley’s dismissal had been confirmed, but she refused to accept it.
The humiliation of being slapped five times burned within her. She was determined to take revenge, unaware that Kayden had already shown her mercy by not publicizing her actions, sparing her husband, the deputy governor, from disgrace.
After returning home in utter humiliation, she called her husband, Mathias Kende.
“Mathias Kende, I’ve been humiliated! Come home immediately!” Sitting on the sofa, Ashley dabbed at her swollen, reddened face, her voice trembling with both anger and grievance.
Despite being married to the deputy governor, Ashley harbored resentment toward Mathias. Her dissatisfaction stemmed from one thing: his inability to perform in certain aspects of their marriage.
It was this very issue that had driven her to stray from their vows, leading to her current downfall. In her mind, it all came back to Mathias. If he had been capable, she wouldn’t have acted out, and none of this would have happened.
Moments later, a black Mercedes pulled up outside, and Mathias Kende entered the house in hurried strides.
In his fifties, Mathias had slicked-back hair and wore a pair of glasses.
The moment he walked in, his eyes fell on Ashley’s swollen face.
“What happened? What’s going on?” Mathias asked, his tone firm. His sharp gaze lingered on her face, showing neither concern nor sympathy. Instead, his expression remained cold, with a hint of disdain.
Ashley, enraged by his indifference, pointed at her face and snapped, “What do you mean, ‘what happened’? Look at me! Look at my face! I’ve been beaten, Mathias Kende! Not only do you not care, but you come home and act all official with me?!”
“And why were you beaten? Why were you dismissed as principal? Explain everything-start to finish!” Mathias demanded, his tone sharp and investigative as he sat beside her. His demeanor remained stern, like a man conducting an inquiry.
His directness struck a nerve, and Ashley suddenly felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.