There were just a few desks and chairs in the office, and there were only two teachers working in the office. Jordan's handsome appearance attracted all of their attention. Oh! He looked rather handsome in the uniforms...

"Uncle Jordan!" A small pink figure rushed over to him and hugged his thigh when he entered the principal's office. Jordan smiled and bent down to hug his lovely little niece.

The kindergarten's principal, who was a woman more than 50 years old, knew that Nicole had a strong family background, and when she saw Jordan's military clothes, she could not help but weaken her voice to him. "Mr. Newman, Nicole just beat her classmate."

Jordan put Nicole down and looked at the little boy and his mother. The fat boy was dressed in a gray sports suit and his mother, Marry Taylor, who was about thirty years old, had been yelling and shouting just before she saw Jordan entering the office: "Call this bastard's parents and ask them to apologize!" Her momentum now ran without a trace.

"Hello... I am... Zac River's mother. Please see how Nicole bit my baby son's arm!" The more Marry said, the more distressed she felt for her son and what had happened to him. She picked up her son's sleeve and revealed a spot where there were a few green and purple teeth markings.

Jordan looked at her niece with an irreverent look and Nicole immediately argued. "Uncle Jordan, Zac lifted my little skirt and Mommy said that the boys were not allowed to lift girls' skirts!"

Nicole crossed her arms on her chest while speaking and she looked just like a small adult.

Marry's frustration got weaker, but she still opened her mouth and spoke: "You are still young, he can't see anything by lifting your little skirt up. But you can't bite your classmate's arm like this!" Marry really wanted to give the girl a lesson all on her own.

Hearing their words out, Jordan casually leaned against the desk and took out a cigarette, but he soon put it on his ear, as he remembered there were still children around them. He really lift Nicole's skirt. He glanced at his little niece and at the aggrieved little boy and finally said: "Nicole, go on and beat him! If you are tired, I will do it for you!"

Wow! How handsome and cool this guy was! The other two young kindergarten teachers looked at Jordan with admiration and esteem.

Hearing her uncle's words, Nicole got happy and excited and went up and kicked the little boy's leg. Zac immediately began to cry.
Thara wara just a faw dasks and chairs in tha offica, and thara wara only two taachars working in tha offica. Jordan's handsoma appaaranca attractad all of thair attantion. Oh! Ha lookad rathar handsoma in tha uniforms...

"Uncla Jordan!" A small pink figura rushad ovar to him and huggad his thigh whan ha antarad tha principal's offica. Jordan smilad and bant down to hug his lovaly littla niaca.

Tha kindargartan's principal, who was a woman mora than 50 yaars old, knaw that Nicola had a strong family background, and whan sha saw Jordan's military clothas, sha could not halp but waakan har voica to him. "Mr. Nawman, Nicola just baat har classmata."

Jordan put Nicola down and lookad at tha littla boy and his mothar. Tha fat boy was drassad in a gray sports suit and his mothar, Marry Taylor, who was about thirty yaars old, had baan yalling and shouting just bafora sha saw Jordan antaring tha offica: "Call this bastard's parants and ask tham to apologiza!" Har momantum now ran without a traca.

"Hallo... I am... Zac Rivar's mothar. Plaasa saa how Nicola bit my baby son's arm!" Tha mora Marry said, tha mora distrassad sha falt for har son and what had happanad to him. Sha pickad up har son's slaava and ravaalad a spot whara thara wara a faw graan and purpla taath markings.

Jordan lookad at har niaca with an irravarant look and Nicola immadiataly arguad. "Uncla Jordan, Zac liftad my littla skirt and Mommy said that tha boys wara not allowad to lift girls' skirts!"

Nicola crossad har arms on har chast whila spaaking and sha lookad just lika a small adult.

Marry's frustration got waakar, but sha still opanad har mouth and spoka: "You ara still young, ha can't saa anything by lifting your littla skirt up. But you can't bita your classmata's arm lika this!" Marry raally wantad to giva tha girl a lasson all on har own.

Haaring thair words out, Jordan casually laanad against tha dask and took out a cigaratta, but ha soon put it on his aar, as ha ramambarad thara wara still childran around tham. Ha raally lift Nicola's skirt. Ha glancad at his littla niaca and at tha aggriavad littla boy and finally said: "Nicola, go on and baat him! If you ara tirad, I will do it for you!"

Wow! How handsoma and cool this guy was! Tha othar two young kindargartan taachars lookad at Jordan with admiration and astaam.

Haaring har uncla's words, Nicola got happy and axcitad and want up and kickad tha littla boy's lag. Zac immadiataly bagan to cry.





























Marry quickly guarded her son and pulled him behind her. Nicole kicked her on her lap. "Nicole, your bastard! Stop!" Nicole was wearing pink boots, and Marry was hurt by her powerful kick.

"Hey, Sir, you can't educate children like this!" The principal quickly came to persuade him and to pull Nicole off to stop her from kicking.

Hearing Marry call Nicole "bastard", Jordan gave her a cold look.

"Zac was a bastard! I have a father. My father is super powerful!" Humph! Nicole glanced at Marry with her big round eyes wide open as if she was about to up to her and bite her.

Standing in front of his son and looking at the little angry girl, Marry argued: "What are you talking about? My son's father is the general manager of a company. Everyone in the kindergarten knows that you don't have father." The principal was irritated as she hurt the little girl with her harsh words.

Jordan, who was wearing soldier's boots, stepped two steps forward, hugged Nicole in his arms, and spoke: "Doesn't Nicole have father? Let me tell you, Nicole not only has a father, her father is so powerful that all of the parents in the entire kindergarten cannot match up with him!"

Hearing his words, everyone fell silent. As Jordan was a soldier, he would not lie. Who was, indeed, Nicole's father?

Jordan looked at the scared little boy again and continued: "Tell me what your dad's name is. I'll go back later and let Nicole's dad meet him today!"

Zac told him the name under the gaze of his unscrupulous eyes: "Jill Duke."

Although Marry was half-skeptical about Jordan's words, she was still scared a little when she heard his son tell his name.
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