The Stolen Heiress: The Billionaires’ Little Star novel Chapter 15

The teacher in charge of the third grade was Mr. Wright.

Mr. Wright was a local, though not specifically from Lowell Village.

As he approached the classroom, he caught Xavier's comment about beating the boy eight hundred times.

Arrogant!

Absolutely infuriatingly arrogant!

Mr. Wright's face fell. He pushed the door open violently, letting it slam against the wall with a loud bang.

Mr. Wright thought this would be incredibly intimidating.

He cleared his throat and demanded, "Who is causing trouble?"

Xavier turned his head.

When Mr. Wright met his gaze, his first thought was that someone like this didn't belong here.

Then Mr. Wright remembered hearing about some TV show filming at the school recently...

"Are you with the production crew?" Mr. Wright blurted out.

"Ha, finally someone with a bit of sense," Xavier remarked, still completely unbothered.

Mr. Wright's face turned green. "I don't care who you are, how can you just bully our students like this?"

"Let go of him!" Mr. Wright yelled, rushing over to pry Xavier's arm away. Xavier didn't look very old, but no matter how hard Mr. Wright pulled, he couldn't move the boy's arm an inch.

Daisy quickly tugged at Xavier's sleeve again.

Only then did Xavier release his grip, letting the boy fall back into his seat.

The boy wailed hysterically, "He was going to beat me to death! I want my mom! I want my mom!"

Xavier scoffed. "Spineless coward. Weren't you having fun running your mouth just a minute ago?"

Mr. Wright wanted to say he was going too far, but meeting Xavier's gaze, the words completely failed him.

Holding in his frustration, Mr. Wright figured this was a major incident. He headed straight for the principal's office to call Mrs. Watson.

Billy's family ran a butchery. His mother marched over wearing a leather apron and wielding a massive cleaver.

Xavier looked at the crew. "What are you standing around for? Call the cops. Tell them we're handing them their year-end quota. You're welcome."

The crew was speechless.

But Mrs. Watson just sneered. "Call them! Go ahead and call them! Do you think I'm scared of you? The police chief is his great-uncle!"

Hearing this, Daisy grew anxious.

She gripped Xavier's sleeve tightly, trying to get him to run first.

Xavier remained as solid as a mountain. "Oh. Alright then." He looked at the crew. "Call my dad. Tell him his son is about to get hacked to death here. Let's see if any SWAT teams nearby want to step up and play the hero."

The crew was going crazy. "No, no, we're just filming a show, let's not blow this out of proportion. Otherwise, the entire city is going to get mobilized."

This place was poor. Not just the mountains, but the town, the city, and even the whole province weren't particularly wealthy.

With Xavier filming here, he was basically a walking goldmine.

If anything happened to him, the investors would lose their minds, and everyone else would follow suit. Wouldn't the entire city be mobilized then?

Mrs. Watson, who had never seen much of the world, showed a flash of uncertainty. Clearly, she had finally gleaned from the crew's words that the teenager standing in front of her was not someone to trifle with...