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Everyone had left the office, leaving only Skyler Thomas and the principal to continue comforting the parents.
Fearing that some parents might overreact, the principal even called ten security guards to stand by.
âSince there are so many of us, letâs go out to eat,â Xavier Dominic said as he walked out.
âItâs a little past four oâclock  how long are we going to eat?â Austin Allen laughed.
âWe can chat first, then eat,â said Xavier.Domain.
âShouldnât Lucia be recording a show?â Joseph Allen asked.
Hearing this, Marsh Turnerâs gaze moved from Harton Clark and Daisy Zaneâs intertwined hands to Joseph Allen.
The founder of âCloud Clothing and Rainbow Skirtsâ called her âLucia,â theyâre so close!
He had thought that Austin and Joseph were here for Harton Clark.
âThe recording has been paused,â Daisy Zane said.
âThatâs good,â Xavier Dominic smiled. âIâll report to the police first, and then weâll find a place to sit.â
âLet Michael Jackson and Juan Wright handle it,â Harton Clark said.
Xavier Dominic hesitated. Although the Hobson Family and the Clark Family were allies, the Hobson Family had its own power. Their own family could have solved this issue without the help of the Clark Family.
Using Michael Jackson and Juan Wright meant deploying the power of the Clark Family.
What would be the consequences?
The matter would be ruthlessly resolved, leaving the worst outcome for the Butch Family and those involved.
He had forgotten that these people had offended Daisy Zane.
In case Daisy Zane was a weak and helpless girl, then the abused child might have taken her away.
He didnât dare to think about the consequences.
Their Third Master would go crazy!
âAlright, Iâll talk to Michael Jackson,â he said.
Harton Clark looked at Austin Allen again: âSomeone will contact you.â
âOkay.â
âLetâs go to Doomsday Hotel. You guys go to the car first, Iâll contact Michael Jackson â
Before he finished speaking, he caught Harton Clark pulling Daisy Zane into an empty classroom out of the corner of his eye.
He then closed the door and locked it.
Those who were behind Harton Clark suddenly stopped in their tracks and stared at the door.
When those in front noticed the commotion, they also turned around and followed the othersâ gazes to the door.
Xavier Dominic:
Marsh Turner: â!!!â
Others:
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Xavier Dominic coughed lightly and said, âWell, uh  long time no see, just reminiscing about old times. Letâs go first, letâs go.â
Austin Allen blinked and looked at his brother.
Joseph Allen took a deep breath, laughed, and said, âLetâs go first then.â
âAlright, alright. Mr. Allen, Austin Allen, this way please,â Mr. Turner said.
The group continued walking, but Marsh Turner didnât budge as he glared at the door.
He was in a terrible mood at the moment, having fallen in love for the first time only to be heartbroken after just a few days of unrequited love.
âWhat are you doing?â Xavier Dominic slapped him on the back of the head again. âStanding here waiting for Third Master to throw you into a wolfâs den?â
Marsh Turner pursed his lips and didnât say anything. He quickly followed his parents.
After he left, Xavier Dominic glanced at the classroom again, chuckled, and left as well.
Inside the classroom, Daisy Zane leaned against the wall. To keep her warm, Harton Clark placed his hand under her back.
Daisy Zane looked up at Harton Clark and raised her eyebrows: âThird Master, this is a school.â
âYeah. Iâm tempting high school students to fall in love early.â Kevin Clark said frankly.
Daisy Zane:
âAlso tempting her to secretly date at school.â Kevin Clark leaned in slightly and kissed the corner of her mouth, âThree minutes left until class ends, and students will pass by later.â
Daisy Zane:
Kevin Clark looked into her eyes and chuckled softly after a moment, âLittle girl, are you nervous?â
Daisy Zane rubbed her fingertips together, and her eyelashes trembled slightly: â Uncle Clark, this  is disrespectful.â
Daisy Zane looked at him speechlessly, and laughed softly in her heart before continuing, âAfter meeting my homeroom teacher, you pinned me against the wall. Uncle Clark, this parent  â
Daisy Zaneâs words were cut off as Kevin Clark held her chin and kissed her lips, blocking her words from coming out.
Kevin Clark kissed her with some force, because the two words âUncle Clarkâ sounded too unpleasant.
Others called him Third Uncle because his status was just like that. He had been called that since he was little and never felt anything inappropriate about it.
But when the two words âUncle Clarkâ were called out, it gave him a feeling that he was at least fifty years old.
Daisy Zane felt the pain on her mouth and grabbed his shirt at the waist.
Kevin Clark realized she was uncomfortable and eased up a bit.
Just at this moment, the bell rang for the end of the class period.
Soon, there were voices of students talking and playing outside.
Daisy Zaneâs body shivered, and she tried to push Kevin away with her hand on his shoulder. But Kevin suddenly tightened his grip on her back and held her in his arms.
He did not let her go.
After a while, he lifted her up and put her on the desk next to them. He also squeezed himself between her legs, with one hand on her head and the other caressing her waist.
A moment later, someone accidentally bumped the door.
Daisy Zane, who had always been calm, was startled by the sound.
Kevin Clark seemed to see her scared for the first time and laughed a little, his lips close to hers.
But he still didnât let her go, and the hand on her waist slowly lifted her school uniform jacket, touching her skin.
Daisy Zaneâs breath quickened.
Noticing her nervousness, Kevin withdrew his hand and stopped teasing her. The hand on her head moved to the back of her neck and gently squeezed, soothing her.
He stepped back and looked down at her with a smile. âWhy are you so sensitive?â
Daisy Zane used her hand on his shoulder to push him away a little, and slowly adjusted her breath without responding to him.
Kevin Clark held her hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed it. Seeing her blushing ears, he didnât continue teasing her but changed the subject. âSo, you had a fight last night?â
âYes.â
âHow did you know they were looking for you?â
âA student overheard their conversation and told me,â Daisy Zane said softly. âThe bullied kid sits in front of me, heâs only 15, and he took two beatings because of me.â
Kevin Clark understood immediately.
The kid would rather be beaten than call for help.
The little girl seemed ruthless, but she was actually very loyal. She would surely repay the favor she owed for someone being beaten because of her, and sheâd do it doubly.
âLittle girl, youâre quite popular.â Kevin Clark stroked her face.
Daisy Zane lazily replied, âMaybe because Iâm pretty.â
Kevin Clark laughed.
âWhatâs so funny? Werenât you lustful when we first met at the Doomsday Hotel?â Daisy Zane raised her eyes, looking at him curiously.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes seemed to have a thin layer of mist, making them clean and clear as if they had been washed with water.
Kevin Clarkâs throat rolled for a moment, and he leaned in closer to kiss her eyelids, after a moment, he asked, âWhat about you?â
Daisy Zane raised her eyebrows and replied honestly, âMe  I was lustful too. I invited you over to drink  to admire you up close â