Chapter 562 Jeb Fiori

Marrisa was startled. "Marge, are you alright?

"What happened? Tell us. Robin is capable. He can handle any problem-"

"No!" Marge quickly grabbed Marrisa's hand, glancing around nervously.

"Marrisa, I... I was just confused. I said something without thinking..."

"Oh?" Marrisa noticed Marge's anxious expression but wasn't sure what was wrong.

"Let's go eat. Robin must have already ordered."

Marge nodded absently. The fear and anxiety from the past 20 years still lingered in her mind.

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Although she wasn't completely sure of her suspicions, she knew she couldn't reveal that person's identity or any hidden truths. Doing so could bring disaster upon them both.

All the suffering of the past 20 years would be for nothing, and that would be even more regrettable.

Marge, what's wrong with you?" Marrisa stopped and turned around, gently pulling Marge, who was still dazed.

"Oh. I... I'm just a bit tired," Marge explained, flustered.

Marrisa nodded and supported her as they made their way to the private room while thinking about how to secretly help Marge and Joanna through the school's channels. Having experienced poverty herself, she knew how bitter life could be when one was poor.

Being poor was truly a disaster.

Meanwhile, Robin and his group stood on the second floor of the Sproutlings Learning Institute, while Catherine, Zayn, and Michelle arrived at the first-floor lobby of Northern Square. "Is that Robin?" Michelle looked up and saw him, surprised.

Zayn followed her gaze and chuckled. "He's just a jobless wanderer now. Looks like he's given up, taking a few country women out for a stroll."

Michelle excitedly suggested, "Zayn, let's go up and mess with him!"

Catherine snorted. "Don't forget this is your cousin's territory. Have you not been beaten up enough by him?"

Michelle shuddered. She couldn't help but think of the scene at Springbrooke Mall the previous day, her stomach sinking at the memory.

Catherine was right.

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Even in Brighton, she wouldn't dare provoke Robin. He was a real tough guy.

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Even her cousins, who were usually so fierce, had bowed to him. The scene at the mall had been the most brutal thing she'd ever witnessed.

Zayn eyed Robin's back and sneered. 'Let's go. I don't want to waste time on someone like him."

"Mr. Zayn!"

Just as Zayn and the others were about to head for the food court, a well-dressed man with slicked-back hair, surrounded by four bodyguards, hurried toward them. "Mr. Zayn, Ms. Catherine, Ms. Michelle, what brings you to Northern Square today?"

He

was Jeb Fiori from the Fioris, one of Brighton's five major families.

Jeb's father, Skylar Fiori, had been a chief of guards under Lord Southmere, Rhett Shaw, years ago.

About 30 years back, during a border conflict, he had been seriously injured while protecting Rhett.

After the war ended, Skylar retired and returned home, where Rhett gave him some money to start a business.

With the backing of Southmere Residence, the Fioris grew to become one of Brighton's wealthiest families. in only 15 years.

Zayn wasn't fond of Jeb, the spoiled heir who spent his days seeking pleasure. To him, men like Jeb, who lacked any ambition, were nothing but useless.

A man must make something of himself in his lifetime.

However, due to Jeb's father's connections with Southmere Residence, Zayn had no choice but to acknowledge him.

"We just finished a trip down south and decided to stop by for dinner. Mr. Jeb, what brings you here?"

Jeb gestured toward the second-floor learning institute

"My niece Faye takes extra classes here," he explained. I was nearby, and my sister insisted I pick her up and then take her to the food court for her birthday."

He added, "My dad and my sister's family will join us soon. They'd planned to celebrate at home, but Faye insisted on the food court. So, here I am, playing the part of her part-time nanny." "Alright, go get her, Zayn replied.

"Mr. Zayn, Ms. Catherine, Ms. Michelle, why not join us at Faye's birthday celebration?" Jeb offered.

Zayn gave a light smile and replied, "Thanks, but we wouldn't want to intrude on your family time. Another day, perhaps

With that, he turned and headed to a private room.

Jeb didn't stop him, knowing Zayn wasn't interested in attending such events.

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As he reached the window of Sproutlings Learning Institute on the second floor, his eyes lit up. He spotted Joanna, who was teaching inside. What a beautiful woman!

It was Jeb's first time coming to pick up his sister's daughter, and he was taken aback when he noticed a woman of remarkable beauty in the classroom.

Used to meeting women in high society wearing heavy makeup, he found this unexpected encounter refreshing.

Joanna had a pure, natural allure that set her apart, drawing his attention with her flawless, ethereal

presence.

Seated gracefully in the classroom, Joanna seemed almost as if she belonged in an ancient painting.

She moved through the room, singing nursery rhymes and gesturing to the children, each movement graceful and captivating.

Jeb was instantly charmed by her beauty, so delicate and fresh that he couldn't look away.

Her hands were slender and graceful, and her skin appeared smooth and soft.

With delicate brows and a warm, inviting smile, her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Captivated by this lovely scene, Jeb's face flushed, and he couldn't resist swallowing nervously in excitement.

A nearby bodyguard noticed Jeb's intent and leaned over, saying quietly, "Mr. Jeb, would you like me to invite her over to the private room for a drink? There's a couch there, and you two could....

Jeb chuckled, giving the bodyguard an approving pat on the back. "You always know exactly what I'm thinking! Go ahead, bring her to the private room. I'll be waiting."

The bodyguard nodded obsequiously and glanced at the classroom. "Understood, Mr. Jeb. You head over: I'll take care of it."

Once Jeb left, the bodyguard approached the classroom door and knocked. Straightening his jacket, he asked politely, "Are you Ms. Leif?"

Joanna gave him a cautious look. "Are you here for one of the students?"

"Well, sort of," he replied smoothly. "A parent would like to meet with you in the private room across the hall to discuss his child's lessons. Joanna frowned. "The class is in session right now. Could we perhaps do this later?"

The bodyguard smiled. "It'll just take five minutes; I'll keep an eye on the class while you're away."noveldrama

Joanna held her ground, replying, "There's no need; there are other teachers here to assist. Let's talk after my class ends

The bodyguard hesitated, then added, "The parent has an urgent matter and can't wait until later. It's Faye's parent who needs to speak with you."

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Reluctantly, Joanna asked a fellow teacher to watch the