Chapter 225 – The Plan of Saving Nora Novel Free

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Mia was very supportive. Her big round eyes were very bright on her pointed little face. She clapped vigorously and said, “Yes!”

Brandon patted his little chest and said, “I will take care of you in the future!”

“Okie-Dokie!”

Jimmy, who was lying on the bed, “…”

After the two left, Mrs. Hoffman came to watch over him in the evening.

Mrs. Hoffman looked obviously rather flustered. Her emotions were very unstable, and she looked very haggard.

They were at their wits’ end.

The Hoffmans had already mobilized all of their resources to look for Big Sister, but they couldn’t find any clues about her at all!

This was simply too bizarre. After all, among New York’s underworld forces, the Hoffmans had always been considered one that had developed pretty well. It was impossible for a clan to keep a piece of information so securely hidden by themselves.

After all, some of their men were also part of the Quinn School of Martial Arts. Among the wealthy families, take the Smiths for example—they basically didn’t have any secrets. Even for a family as big and successful as the Hunts, there was no information that could be kept such a secret that no one could find out anything about it at all; unless they did it like how Mr. Hunt protected his son and kept information about him a secret to the extent that he didn’t allow anyone to visit.

However, it was as if Big Sister was no different from the air itself.

This was totally impossible!

This was only achievable if all the families had joined hands to protect her!

Little Jimmy’s voice pulled his mother, whose imagination was running wild, back to reality. He said, “Mommy, are you trying to get in contact with the Quinn School of Martial Arts? Cherry knows Mr. Quinn. You can ask her if she can help!”

Mrs. Hoffman, “?”

She felt as if she was hearing things. “What?”

Jimmy said, “It’s true. Brandon said so. Cherry can help them get into the Quinn School of Martial Arts, and she is on very good terms with Mr. Quinn. She calls him Grandpa Quinn!”

Mrs. Hoffman, “!!”

She subconsciously asked, “Where did you hear such nonsense from? You…”

However, it suddenly occurred to her that it was exactly because she hadn’t trusted Nora’s evaluation the other time that she ended up causing a delay in treatment of Jimmy’s condition, which had almost resulted in her son’s death.

She took back what she was about to say and frowned instead. She patted Jimmy’s hand and said, “Alright, I’ll ask them about it later.”

Seeing that she was finally listening to what he was trying to tell her, Jimmy nodded. “Okay.”

Jimmy had already more or less recovered and would be discharged in another two days. He was still going on and on about it before he fell asleep. “Cherry will be taking Brandon and the others to the Quinn School of Martial Arts during the weekend. Mommy, I wanna go too. Can I?”

“You can do anything you want as long as you recover. Go to sleep now.”

“Okay.”

Mrs. Hoffman waited until Jimmy fell asleep before she finally got up. After thinking about it, she decided to call Jordan. She said, “I think Ms. Smith may be acquainted with the Quinn School of Martial Arts.”

Jordan was surprised. “Why do you say that?”

Mrs. Hoffman relayed Jimmy’s words to him. Then, she said, “I don’t know if Cherry is just bragging or if what she says is true… Sigh, why are children nowadays so hard to deal with? It’s so hard to guess what they are thinking!”

Jordan burst into laughter. “Do you actually believe what a five-year-old says? Hahaha! Have you forgotten how Jimmy came home after school one day and said that there was a big tiger in the school and that he was afraid of being eaten, just so he could avoid going to classes when he first went to the kindergarten?”

Mrs. Hoffman, “…”

Jordan then went on and said, “There was even a kid who said that he knew the leaders of the country, but in the end, after asking his parents about it, it turned out that he knew them through the TV.”

Mrs. Hoffman, “…”

“You mustn’t just believe everything a kid says. If Ms. Smith is on close terms with the Quinn School of Martial Arts, would Paul have dared to bully her?”

Mrs. Hoffman was dumbfounded. “Are they bullying her again? Did you help her out? Ms. Smith is Jimmy’s savior, you know!”

Jordan laughed and replied, “Do you even need to ask? That Winston fellow kidnapped Ms. Smith’s fiancé to threaten her into signing a racing agreement for their club, but ended up being beaten up by Ms. Smith and Mr. Hunt. An explosion happened after that and he died. Paul even went to the Quinn School of Martial Arts because of this!”

An anxious Mrs. Hoffman asked, “What happened after that?”

“Well, it just so happened that Mr. Hunt was in the Quinn School of Martial Arts at that time. Mr. Quinn likely showed Mr. Hunt some courtesy. After all, Paul was the guilty one in the first place. Our men found out that Paul left the sect with bruises on his face, so he probably got beaten up.”

Mrs. Hoffman became excited at once. “What cathartic news! When you look at it that way, Mr. Quinn isn’t an unreasonable person, either!”

“Yes, everyone in the pugilistic world sings praises of Mr. Quinn. I reckon he isn’t aware of what’s happening among people at the lower rungs. The problem now, though, is that he already stopped taking care of things many years ago, so it’s a mammoth task for us to even talk to him. We still have to look for Big Sister, regardless.”

Mrs. Hoffman frowned. “How about I ask Ms. Smith about it? It doesn’t hurt to ask anyway.”

Jordan fell silent for a moment before he said, “Let’s wait for a while more. Didn’t Jimmy say he’s going to the Quinn School of Martial Arts this weekend? It’s not too late to ask after we confirm that Cherry can really bring the children into the sect to learn martial arts! If we ask Ms. Smith about it now, won’t it put her in a spot if she isn’t actually acquainted with the Quinn School of Martial Arts?”

“… Alright, then.”

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The weekend soon arrived.

As Cherry had made a promise to the children, Pete had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the few children to the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

They gathered at the kindergarten entrance first. However, only four people turned up at the meeting time: Brandon, Mia, Seth, and little Jimmy who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Brandon called a classmate that had promised to come. “Why aren’t you here yet? We’re waiting for you!”

The classmate replied, “… My mom said that Cherry is lying. The Quinn School of Martial Arts isn’t that easy to enter, and they have never done any recruitment for training classes! I’m not going to go there just to be left out in the cold!”

Brandon didn’t insist. He said, “It’s just as well that you don’t come, then. This way, there’ll be one fewer person that Mr. Quinn has to teach, and he’ll be able to give me more guidance!”

He called another kid after he hung up. The kid gave him the same reply: “My dad says that Cherry is faking it. There’s no way we can get into the Quinn School of Martial Arts. I’m not gonna go anymore!”

“My grandpa says that the Quinn School of Martial Arts doesn’t teach children martial arts. They’ve asked about it for a very long time now. Unless you join the sect or become an unofficial disciple, they won’t take you in. But once you become an unofficial disciple, you’ll have to keep on training for many years. I can’t take such hardships, so I’m not going anymore~!”

“My aunt says that…”

Children only practiced martial arts to keep fit. How would families that could afford to let their children attend the Golden Sunshine Kindergarten allow them to become martial arts practitioners?

Therefore, even though Brandon made several calls consecutively, everyone said the same thing.

Brandon, who was very positive, didn’t get upset. He hung up excitedly, looked at Pete, and said, “Wow, the five of us will be the only ones there. That means it’s gonna be a small class! That’s awesome!”

The others, “…”

Little Jimmy said indignantly, “They are too much! They agreed to come, yet they aren’t coming anymore! Hmph!”

Mrs. Hoffman had come along with Jimmy, and behind their car was Jordan, who had also come.

Although he had told Mrs. Hoffman that he didn’t quite believe the children’s banter, for some reason, when he thought of how Nora had so easily turned the tide at the racetracks, he subconsciously felt that he shouldn’t underestimate her. Thus, he had canceled all his plans for the day and made a special trip here.

The sensitive Mia was afraid that Cherry would be upset, so she looked at Pete. When she turned to him, sure enough, she saw an expressionless ‘Cherry’.

She held Pete’s hand. “Don’t be mad, Cherry!”

“I’m not… yeah.”

Mia asked timidly, “Then why aren’t you smiling? You’re mad, aren’t you?”

Pete, “…”

He silently forced a smile. “I really am fine… yeah.”

“Stop smiling, Cherry. Your smile looks even scarier than when you’re crying,” said Brandon.

Pete, “…”

Brandon darted over to Pete. “You’re a boy today, right, Cherry? You’re always so cool and not smiley at all when you’re a boy, unlike the way you smile so sweetly when you’re a girl!”

“…”

Pete decided to ignore the silly fellow. He got into the car and said, “Let’s go!”

Tanya was the one taking Pete to the Quinn School of Martial Arts today. One shouldn’t ask why Nora hadn’t come—because she was making up for lost sleep!

As there were five children there, they wouldn’t fit in a single car, so all of them rode in separate cars. In the end, everyone decided to head there in their own family’s respective cars!

Pete got into the car and sat in the backseat.

He peeked at Tanya—she was listening to music and engrossed in driving, so she wasn’t paying any attention to him. He secretly opened a compartment in the backseat.

Inside the compartment was a small mirror.

He started to practice smiling in the mirror.

He broke into a grin…

He clearly also loved Cherry’s smile, so why did he look so fierce when he was the one doing it instead?

It really was as scary as Brandon had put it. In that case, he’d better not smile at Mia anymore, lest it frightened her. She was already such a timid girl…

Inside the Smiths’ car.

Mia and Brandon sat in the back obediently. Even someone as mischievous and disobedient as Brandon—who was also suspected of having ADHD—was on his best behavior.

Because!

Joel was in the car.

As he shifted his butt from side to side, he couldn’t help but lean into Mia’s ear and whisper, “Why is your father here, Mia?”

Mia replied softly, “I don’t know, yeah.”

Joel raised his eyebrows as he listened to the two children’s conversation. His gaze fell onto the jeep in front of them. He hadn’t gotten out of the car with the kids just now because he had spotted her.

When Brandon and Mia said that they were going to the Quinn School of Martial Arts with Cherry today, he had come along for some strange reason, thinking that he might run into her… Sure enough, he did.

He cast his eyes down. In the midst of his thoughts, he received a voice message from Quentin: “Just how many people has that cousin of ours offended, Joel?”

Joel replied: “What’s wrong?”

Quentin sent another message: “There are five different groups following her and looking into her background, and those are just the ones I’ve found so far! I’m probably the only one in the whole of New York that can cover her tracks for her! Without me, she would probably have exposed her own whereabouts a long time ago!”

Joel, “…”

He massaged his temples.

He thought of Ian’s silence in the hospital and felt rather troubled. Wasn’t that little cousin of theirs a little too complex?

How he wished he could have a frank and open talk with her, and ask her who exactly she was.

But so long as Uncle Ian didn’t make a stand, then he, a child whom Ian had brought up, would not be able to acknowledge his cousin’s identity!

After all, he mustn’t hurt his uncle’s feelings.

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