Yulia nodded. Skylar was right. They couldnât just let Anderson get away with it.Her college mate had made her trade 20 million for a formula that could cause cancer.How malicious could he be?!âI need to attend this meeting now.âYulia said.Skylar nodded. âAlright, Iâll pick Lola up from the kindergarten.âHis cell phone rang not long after Yulia left the office.It was Lola Sueâs new homeroom teacher calling.âMs.
Freeman!âHe hurriedly picked up the call before he had time to think about it.His expression took a dramatic turn before Ms. Freeman could even finish. âPlease keep Lola safe, Ms. Freeman. Iâll be over soon!âHe didnât bother to fill Yulia in on the situation before racing for the kindergarten.It was a perilous journey.The trip typically took twenty minutes, but he was there within ten.Many were gathered in the kindergarten when he got there.Skylar hurried over and asked, âWhatâs going on, Ms. Freeman?âLolaâs new homeroom teacher, Evelyn Freeman, turned her head and said, âLola scratched his sports car.âOnly then did he realize that a large red Porsche 911 was parked in the center of the crowd.Next to it stood the flamboyantly dressed family of three.They were a young couple around their mid-thirties with a young girl Lolaâs age.Lola was standing before them.Her eyes were tear-filled with a bright red palm print imprinted on her right cheek.Someone had backhanded her! Skylarâs heart immediately surged with overwhelming anger, but before he could even vent, Lola made a beeline for him.âDaddy!âShe cried out in distress. The dam finally broke. Tears rolled down her cheeks in rivulets.âDaddy!âSkylar hurriedly took her into his arms.âI didnât do it, Daddy!âShe bawled as she spoke.âI believe you. I know you didnât do it!ââDonât cry, Lola. Youâre Daddyâs little sweetheart. I wonât let anyone bully you.âHe was distressed by the childâs anguish. The anger gushing in his heart turned into a cold killing intent.He had always known Lola to be an honest child after spending so much time with her.She always admitted her faults.Of course, even if she was beaten for something she hadnât done, she wouldnât yield either.The scratches on the car should have nothing to do with her if she was so adamant about denying it.Even if she had accidentally scratched it, the other party could simply seek compensation from him, the parent. Backhanding a four-year-old was going too far.The man from the family of three spat out, âYouâre this damn bratâs Dad?ââShe scratched up my new sports car. What now?ââIt wasnât me! Really!âLola poked her head up from Skylarâs hold and stubbornly voiced her objection.It was as if Lolaâs words were a catalyst. The ownerâs daughter jabbed a finger at her. âItâs you!ââI saw you do it. It was you who scratched our new car!âA hint of cunning flashed in the childâs eyes.