Chapter 120 - You Might As Well Just Say Youre The Lord Himself

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The light in Cherry’s eyes dimmed a little.

Stinky Daddy didn’t even know she was his daughter, so how was she going to ask him to pick her up?

However, this wasn’t an issue when it came to quarreling. She straightened her back, placed her chubby little hands on her hips, and said, “If you don’t believe me, then why don’t you give Daddy a call and ask him if Cherry is his daughter?!”

Whitney, “?”

The woman, who looked a little fierce, was so stunned by her words that she didn’t know what to say. She paused for a moment to catch her breath before she sneered, “I’m not going to bother Mr. Hunt just because of trivial matters like this!”

“Oh, I see. You must be afraid of my father!”

Was there even anyone who dared to mess with Justin Hunt in New York’s business circle?

Whitney found herself lost for words. However, she braced herself and said, “How can that be? I just think you’re using his name, that’s all!”

Cherry tilted her head.. “How does my father’s identity have anything to do with whether I’m taking center position or not, though?”

Whitney was about to reply when Cherry took out her cell phone and said, “Mrs. Lowe, I accidentally turned on the audio recorder just now!”

The audio recorder?

Whitney’s eyes suddenly widened. Never would she have expected that a five-year-old would actually be so devious and have so many tricks up her sleeve!

She clenched her fists and snatched Cherry’s cell phone from her. She sneered, “Don’t you know that students are not allowed to bring cell phones to school?”

Cherry wasn’t bothered though. She glared at her with her big round eyes and said, “I know that, so I’m willing to hand over the phone. But Mommy’s afraid that people will bully me in school, so I think she also placed a surveillance camera and an audio recorder on me~”

She patted herself here and there and said, “Was it this big button here on the name tag? I don’t quite remember anymore~ Mrs. Lowe, do I go to the field and stand there now?”

Whitney, “!!”

She balled up her fists. She knew very well that Cherry was lying, but in the event that she wasn’t, if she was filmed punishing Cherry for no reason, it would be terrible if the recording was uploaded to the Internet or used against her.

The look on Whitney’s face changed a few times before she finally forced a stiff smile and said, “Why would you need to do that? I was just joking with you.”

She cast her eyes down. As she walked back into the classroom, she said, “Let’s go back for class!”

Cherry followed after her obediently. When the pair entered the dance studio, they saw Sinead talking triumphantly to the rest of the children. She said, “Did all of you see that? If anyone bullies me, Mommy will definitely teach them a lesson! Cherry the Doggy is a good example of that!”

But as soon as she said that, she heard a voice coming from behind her: “Hello there, Sinead the Doggy!”

Sinead turned and looked over. When she saw Cherry, she pursed her lips, ready to cry. However, Whitney called out, “Cherry, get back into position!”

Sinead swallowed back down the wail about to escape her mouth and suppressed the tears in her eyes.

When the children got into position, Whitney narrowed her eyes and said, “I’m going to count the beat now. The first action… One, two, three, four… Five, six, seven, eight… Two, two, three, four… Five, six, seven, eight… Cherry, as the center, your movements are not up to standard. Go to the side and practice this move a hundred times!”

Cherry would definitely quit if she was being punished for no reason.

However, when it came to dance practice… Cherry stepped out obediently, stood at the side, and started to practice the dance move from just now.

The little fellow was a tenacious one. Although she was smooth with outsiders, in truth, she was actually very stubborn. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have developed a grudge against her father just because he had blocked her on Facebook.

If Whitney claimed that she wasn’t dancing it right, then she would practice until she got it right and show her a thing or two after that!

The rest of the children felt like their legs were turning into jelly as they watched Cherry jumping up and down.

The first part of the dance was rather tiring because there were several jumps involved. However, Cherry did it again and again tirelessly. In between, Whitney even occasionally came over to mock her.

“Can you really do it, Cheryl? If you can’t, then give up the center position!”

“Your physique is certainly pretty good, but aren’t you lacking a foundation in dancing a little too much? You must not have learned how to dance before, right?”

“Tsk. If I were you, I would just give up the center position.”

A malicious look flashed in Whitney’s eyes as she stared at the little girl.

She had underestimated the girl just now. Since she couldn’t take direct action against her, she would just take an indirect approach instead. She simply didn’t believe that she could endure such high-intensity training every day!

However, Cherry gritted her teeth and bore with it. Her hair was wet with perspiration, but she didn’t care.

To be honest, she knew that Whitney was right.

When her god-mom Tanya took a liking to her and wanted to teach her how to dance, she didn’t practice much because she found it too tough and tiring. Thus, her foundation was really not as solid as Sinead’s.

Although the dance didn’t require much skill, if perfection was within her means, then she would definitely do her best so that she doesn’t hold the rest back!

She practiced again and again…

One and a half hours later, the dance lesson finally ended. Cherry felt as if her legs had turned into jelly and she didn’t have even an ounce of strength left in her. She was a little unsteady on her feet as she limped all the way back to the classroom.

Brandon, who saw her from a distance away, trotted over and held her arm as he helped her into the classroom.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mia also hurriedly fetched her a cup of water. Cherry raised her head and gulped it down. Only then did she feel much better.

Sinead watched them from the side and said, “Cherry the Doggy, if you give up the center position, Mommy won’t make life difficult for you anymore!”

Cherry ignored her.

After dinner, the children were finally let out of school. Cherry yawned sleepily and followed Ms. Lynn out of the school to the kindergarten gates.

Classes had ended five minutes early today. However, Mommy Nora was late again. This led to Cherry standing at the gates and waiting even after all the other children were picked up by their parents one by one…

Unfortunately, the kindergarten premises were being cleaned at the moment. Ms. Lynn also knew that Cherry’s mom had it tough because she had to shoulder everything all by herself and still come on time every day to pick up her daughter from school, so she stayed with Cherry as she waited at the gates.

Just as Ms. Lynn was about to comfort her, Whitney, who was holding Sinead’s hand, came up and stood in front of them. She said, “Cheryl Smith, you claim that your father is Justin Hunt, but if that’s true, why wouldn’t he send a chauffeur to pick you up after school? Why would he let you wait here for god knows how long?”

Cherry pouted. She didn’t want to pay her any attention.

Whitney sneered, “Surely it isn’t because your father doesn’t want you, right?”

Cherry, who had been blocked on Facebook by her father, was still mad at him. Whitney’s words undoubtedly rubbed salt on her wound. She looked up and shouted, “Of course not!”

At the sight of her getting worked up, Whitney smirked and said, “No? Are you finally admitting that your father isn’t Justin Hunt? People like you who use his name to lie to and trick others in school should be expelled!”

“I’m not lying!” Cherry clenched her fists and said fiercely, “My father really is Justin Hunt!”

In the distance, Justin, who was seated in the car, stared straight at Cherry.

The little fellow was wearing the dress version of the kindergarten uniform, and her face was both adorable and enchanting.

The corners of his lips curled upward uncontrollably. He got out of the car and strode over. As soon as he approached, he heard Whitney saying sarcastically, “Hah, are you still insisting that your father is Justin Hunt, even at this point? You might as well just say you’re the Lord himself if you’re that great.”