My Manor

"Oh, it's him!" When Jiang Hai stepped out of the car, many people who were paying attention to the scene couldn't help but exclaim.

When the war shield vehicle arrived, there was a lot of curiosity about who the car belonged to.

After all, such a car isn't very common, even in the United States. Of course, in wealthier areas, it's not unheard of.

However, Winthrop isn't an area known for its wealthy residents. Most of the cars here are Ford, Chevrolet, Buick, and other similar brands. There are also some Japanese cars, as Japanese cars are relatively cheap here.

Jiang Hai's car, however, was a rare sight and definitely an expensive one for this area. So when Jiang Hai drove in, people immediately began guessing who the owner of the car was. And as he stepped out, they all murmured, "Oh, it's Jiang Hai's."

As far as they were concerned, Jiang Hai was the undisputed richest man in Winthrop.

Holding flowers and gifts, Jiang Hai ignored the curious gazes of the onlookers and walked slowly toward the school gate.

At that moment, the bell signaling the end of the school day at Winthrop Town Elementary rang.

American teachers rarely stay late and don't hold foreign students. Of course, this mostly applies to elementary students.

The students' homework is minimal, so when school ends, many of the children rush out of the school the moment the teacher dismisses them. After changing out of their school shoes and clothes in their lockers, they quickly run outside.

In American schools, whether elementary or middle school, every student has a personal locker in the hallway. Only they have the key to their locker, where they store clothes, books, shoes, and other items.

This setup allows students to avoid carrying too much in their backpacks. If it's not an important class, they can stop by their locker to grab things before class begins. It's a very convenient design.

Less than a minute after the bell rang, some eager children ran out of the school.

When they noticed Jiang Hai standing by the door, they looked at him with curiosity, though they didn't pay much attention. For them, it was time to go home for dinner and play.

As the children ran past, Jiang Hai stretched his neck, scanning the school, waiting for a certain someone.

After about ten minutes, Jiang Hai finally smiled as the figure he was waiting for appeared. He completely ignored the black woman who had been talking to her.

"Cindy!" Jiang Hai called out as soon as he spotted her.

Cindy Clive froze for a moment, turned around in confusion, and saw Jiang Hai standing there holding flowers.

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she instinctively took a step forward, but then, realizing something, she stopped and glanced apologetically at the black woman next to her.

"Go on, Cindy. I won't laugh at you," the black woman said with a smile, having noticed Cindy's eager reaction.

"What are you talking about, Mary, really?" Cindy Clive said, but her feet moved quickly toward Jiang Hai. She smiled apologetically at Mary before hurrying over.

Seeing Cindy approach, Jiang Hai took a few steps forward himself.

"You bad guy, when did you get back?" Cindy asked, beaming, before anything else could be said. It was clear she was thrilled by Jiang Hai's sudden appearance.

"I just got back last night, took some rest, and came straight to see you. Here, this is for you." Jiang Hai said, handing her the flowers and a carefully prepared gift.

"Oh, thank you." Cindy smiled brightly as she looked at the large bouquet of flowers. Her eyes were filled with affection, and it seemed that, at this moment, if Jiang Hai had given her a piece of grass, she would've been just as happy.

"Do you have any plans tonight? How about we go out for something delicious?" Jiang Hai asked with a smile.

"I want to come over to your place for dinner. I haven't had your steak in half a month. I miss it!" Cindy replied happily. Whether she was referring to the steak or its owner, it was hard to say.

"Of course, no problem." Jiang Hai smiled and nodded, his voice sincere.

Just as they were about to leave and head to the car, a red Ferrari came into view from around the corner in the distance.

When it reached the school gate, it abruptly braked and stopped smoothly in front of them.

At the sight of the car, not only Cindy Clive but also nearby parents and the school guards, all showed traces of disdain on their faces. Cindy Clive looked at Jiang Hai with concern.

"Hey, Cindy, I've made a reservation at XX restaurant in Boston. Shall we go now?" The man who emerged from the Ferrari looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. He was tall, handsome, with medium-length blond hair, and exuded a very polished vibe. Though the temperature in Boston was on the cooler side, this guy still wore a leather jacket, which seemed to be an unnecessary choice. Jiang Hai, for example, was dressed more casually in a T-shirt and thin trousers.

The man carried a large bouquet of fiery red roses, starkly different from Jiang Hai's flowers. Though Jiang Hai had once been oblivious to the meaning of flowers, he now understood the language of flowers. He knew that red roses weren't just a casual gift; they carried a specific meaning.

Suddenly, Jiang Hai wondered if he was being overly sensitive. However, when he saw Cindy Clive's look of disgust, he laughed at himself. It seemed he had been overthinking it.

The man, meanwhile, arrogantly handed the flowers to Cindy and reached out to grab her arm.

Jiang Hai was furious at his audacity.

Just as Jiang Hai was about to act, Cindy Clive stepped back, leaned against Jiang Hai, and avoided the man's hand. She frowned, clearly displeased.

"Mr. Kirk, we're not close. Please call me Miss Clive. I never agreed to dinner with you. I already have plans, and I believe I mentioned that this is a school, not a parking lot," Cindy said, her voice cold and clear.

Kirk, the man, laughed in response.

"In this town, I can park my car wherever I want. Who's going to stop me?" he said arrogantly, his hands spread out.

The people around him glared but said nothing, unsure of how to respond.

"You drive so recklessly. Have you ever considered what might happen if you hit someone?" Jiang Hai couldn't stand it anymore and patted Cindy's shoulder, stepping forward.

"What's it to you? If I hit someone, I'll pay for it. I've got plenty of money, and the police can fine me," Kirk said dismissively, a cocky smile on his face.

"If that's the case, I could sue you for manslaughter," Jiang Hai shot back, his words sharp.

Kirk was taken aback. "What nonsense! I've never killed anyone!" he yelled.

"Driving recklessly and hitting someone is manslaughter, you idiot. Did your mom just drop you out of the womb and forget to raise you properly?" Jiang Hai snapped, his patience thin.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kirk shouted, furious.

He lunged at Jiang Hai, attempting to grab his collar. But Jiang Hai lifted him up effortlessly with one hand, pushing him away with his other. The man was sent flying backward.

With a loud clang, Kirk crashed into the front hood of his Ferrari. The impact shattered the windshield and bent the engine cover.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Jiang Hai muttered, looking coldly at the man now sprawled across his car. "Is this really how people in Winthrop act? So arrogant, yet no one dares to do anything about it?"