Chapter 8 You've Been Fired!

In the lobby downstairs.

Carol squinted as she watched the approaching security guards.

This group of people all carried electric batons, clearly prepared for this. The security force of Bells Group was not to be underestimated.

With a slight raise of her chin, the receptionist mocked, "Carol, Miss Simmons is about to be engaged to Mr. Bell, yet you have the audacity to cause trouble for him? How shameless!"

At this moment, there was commotion near the elevator. Several black-clad bodyguards walked out, standing proudly with their hands behind their backs on both sides.

Clifford, in his black suit, stood tall like a spear, with a sharp figure and a determined face. If one didn't know, they would think he came from the military.

Five years ago...

He still had the temperament of a little teacup poodle, but now he was full of a tough guy aura.

"Carol, why is it you again?" Rickey, wearing a floral shirt, walked over with his hands in his pockets, furrowing his brows. "Let me tell you, Clifford and I are busy looking for someone today and don't have time to deal with you. Don't underestimate us!"

Dr. Z has always been mysterious, and few people outside know his true identity. But why did he suddenly run to the company's entrance? Does he know they want to buy petri dishes?

With people coming and going in the lobby, there was a constant stream of people doing business with Bells Group. Who exactly is the big shot?

Carol ignored him and walked straight towards Clifford.

However, his bodyguard, who had experience, intercepted her from various angles, preventing her from getting close.

Carol could only stand two meters away from him and calmly said, "The DNA report is out, and the child is yours."

Clifford squinted his phoenix eyes.

Rickey was surprised, "You even prepared a fake report?"

Carol was about to speak when her phone rang again.

So many calls today... She frowned and was about to hang up in annoyance, but after seeing the number on the screen, she answered. She didn't know what the other person said, but she glanced at Clifford and took a deep breath. "I'll be there soon."

After ending the call, her voice turned cold. "If you don't believe me, you can do a test yourself, right? Clifford, I hope you contact me and explain to me what all this is about after you've done the DNA test."

She glanced at the front desk mockingly, "Also, I didn't know that Lily is in charge of Bells Group's gate."

Leaving these words behind, it seemed like she had something urgent to attend to as she turned and walked out.

Through the glass door, you could see her casually picking up her helmet and putting it on, smoothly getting on the motorcycle, buzzing away.

Every action was done in one go, cool and slick.

Rickey couldn't help but sigh, "She truly lives up to her reputation as the belle of the past! ...Almost forgot about the main task, Clifford, quickly see which direction Dr. Z is in."

Clifford unlocked his phone but found that on the tracking software, the little red dot representing Dr. Z blinked a few times and then disappeared.

Rickey's shoulder slumped instantly, "It's over, we've been found out!"

Clifford put his phone away, his face calm and composed. His pitch-black eyes didn't show any disappointment but instead became gloomy as he looked at the front desk.

The receptionist lowered her head in fear and nodded, "Mr. Bell, it's Miss Simmons..."

At the mention of Lily, Clifford felt a slight physical disgust. He coldly ordered, "You're fired."

Leaving her with these words, Clifford quickly walked out.

Rickey followed behind him, "Clifford, where are you going?"

"Home."

"Why home? Aren't you going to find Dr. Z?"

Rickey suddenly had a thought pop into his mind...

What he realized: "You're not really going back to do a DNA test with that little girl, right? But then again, Carol isn't stupid. If it's not your child, why would she go crazy attacking you like that? But be cautious when finding an agency, so you won't be tricked in the report..."

Clifford paused and glanced at him. "Maggie."

"What?"

"She has a name."

Rickey: ... So you're protecting your daughter already?!

Carol rode her motorcycle to the Golden Bilingual Kindergarten.

At the entrance, little Yosef held a big backpack, his head hanging down, looking like an abandoned puppy.

The gentle teacher had an apologetic expression. "Yosef's mother, I'm truly sorry. We received a call from the Bell family, requesting to withdraw your child from school... And the Bell family also mentioned that Norbury Cove probably won't accept Yosef in any other kindergarten..."

Her eyes turned red. "I did my best..."

Yosef held her hand. "Teacher, I don't want to leave you... When I grow up, I will open a kindergarten and make you the principal, okay?"

His words made the teacher feel even more heartbroken.