Myronâs mother, Becky Greville, was dumbfounded.
âHow⦠How do you know?â
How had he managed to uncover everything about her family so swiftly?
Kyson sneered, âAll it takes is a message to have your husband fired and your barber shop shut down tomorrow.
Do you believe it?â
âYouâ¦â
Becky was utterly shocked.
She struggled to believe it.
If this man truly possessed such capabilities, why had he chosen to enroll his child in an ordinary kindergarten instead of a prestigious one?
Yet, she found herself swayed by Kysonâs impeccable attire and commanding presence.
Beckyâs complexion drained of color, rendering her speechless.
Tilda, the teacher who had escorted Kyson to the infirmary, approached Becky and whispered, âHe arrived in a Bentley.
Many people outside saw his car.
He must be either rich or powerful.
I doubt heâs bluffing.
â
A Bentleyâ¦
Becky had never laid eyes on such a luxurious car.
Instantly, she realized she couldnât afford to antagonize Kyson.
Attempting to diffuse the tension, Becky forced a smile.
âPlease donât say that.
My sonâs behavior was out of Line.
I apologize for his actions.
Iâll reprimand him when we return home.
Itâs unacceptable to judge others based on their circumstances.
How about we call it a day for now?â
Kyson raised his eyebrow as he spoke icily.
âI initially intended to overlook this incident.
However, someone persisted in pestering us, and it irks me to leave matters unresolved.
â
Becky drew in a deep breath, her expression stiffening slightly.
âWhat are you suggesting, then?â
Kysonâs tone remained indifferent as he outlined, âYou have two options.
Firstly, you and your husband can bid farewell to peaceful living in Stastle.
Alternatively, your son must withdraw from this kindergarten and refrain from crossing paths with me and Destinee again.
â
He idly reached for his cigarette box, but Destinee intervened, her small hand halting his movement.
With a look of distaste, Destinee fanned her nose with her other hand and chided, âDonât smoke.
Itâs disgusting!â
Kyson acquiesced with a gentle nod.
âAlright, alright.
â He glanced at Becky, adding, âMrs.
Greville, the choice is yours.
â
Becky was speechless.
Meanwhile, Myron grabbed her leg, exclaiming, âMom, donât be scared.
Heâs just trying to intimidate us.
Destinee hit me! Dad always says the one who strikes first is at fault!â
Children were simple creatures, unaware that the current situation transcended mere conflict.
Becky feared for her and her husbandâs job security.
Moreover, she dreaded the possibility of her husband discovering her past employment in the nightclub before their marriage.
Kysonâs ability to uncover Beckyâs past employment suggested he possessed the means to discover additional details about her life.