Saying this, he raised the bat and knocked down other lenses and cameras on the shelf.
Watching this, my heart ached, but I couldn't stop him.
Because I knew if I tried to stop him, the bat would hit me just like in my past life.
Noah, although he usually bowed to the school leaders, actually hated the rich.
He couldn't stand young, wealthy girls the most.
Previously, a new female teacher at the school carried a bag worth tens of thousands on her first day.
Noah glanced at it disdainfully and said she must be kept by someone to afford such an expensive bag.
Later, it turned out that the teacher was the only daughter of the city's richest man, with family assets worth billions. Why would she flaunt a bag worth tens of thousands?
Most of the parents in the group chat were middle-aged men with the same bad habit as Noah.
They praised Noah while urging him to check other rooms.
Seeing this, I quickly tried to stop him.
"Uncle, Emily isn't at my house. If you want to find her, call the police. Why are you smashing my things?
"This is illegal. If you don't stop, I'll call the police!"
Hearing that I would call the police, everyone went silent.
But Noah, enraged, insisted I had hidden Emily.