Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 146 The Man Called Bruce Davidson

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 The Man Called Bruce Davidson

The principal shot up from her seat in fright while Mark Davidson painfully crawled to his brother.

Jett’s security made to drag him back when he shook his head at them.

Grabbing onto his brother’s leg tightly, Mark glanced at the six people in the room and harrumphed in disdain.

"What is it? Why aren’t you ordering your men to drag me back? Just a minute ago, the three of you stood there and did nothing as they brutally whipped me!"

His eyes burned with rage as he settled it on the principal’s face.

"You stupid hypocrite! Are you scared now that my brother is here? You think you’d be able to maintain your position after what just happened?"

"In your dreams, you wench! Today, I’ll make sure you not only lose your position as this school’s principal, but I’ll also make it possible that you never get any job in the whole of Silicone Valley!"

After saying this pieces of his mind, he turned his attention to Bruce Davidson and sniffled, shamelessly letting tears slid down his cheeks as he cried.

"Bruce, it’s good you came when you did. If you had been even a second later, these bastards would’ve whipped your little brother to death!"

Bruce was silent and so was everyone else in the room.

Unable to contain her nervousness, the principal walked out from behind her desk, rushing up to Bruce worriedly.

"Vice Counselor, I didn’t think you’d be coming today. If you needed anything, I would’ve be more than willing to deliver them to you myself."

On the ground, Mark hissed angrily. "Why? Are you disappointed he came just when I was about to die and saved me?"

"You must’ve been eager to see me breathe my last. Too bad, I assure you I will live way longer than you!"

Then he removed his hand from Bruce’s legs to take out his phone, saying, "Bruce, I’ll call

security to drag out these people. Later, you can call a disciplinary hearing for this stupid principal!"

However, he spent the next ten seconds hearing the service provider tell him the person he was trying to reach was unavailable.

In front of him, Kelsie squinted her eyes at Bruce Davidson.

"I’ve been curious ever since I heard your brother say you’re the vice counselor. In my understanding, principal and counselor are the same, they’re just different words."

"So if you’re the vice counselor, doesn’t that make you beneath the principal? And why do you answer vice counselor instead of vice or assistant principal?"

She paused for a brief moment and smacked her lips together, feigning realization.

"Oh, wait. Your brother said a moment ago that he’s her assistant. What exactly is going on with the hierarchy in this school?"

Jett got up to move his chair closer to hers, humming in agreement.

"That is indeed weird. This is a school, so how could such a dumb hierarchy be? They could’ve at least used higher terms if he’s in a higher position than the principal. What the hell is vice counselor?"

Bruce Davidson’s gaze flickered between the two before he settled his eyes on Kelsie’s face.

"My brother-in-law built this school ten years ago. Then, he was yet to be an assemblyman, so he ran the school."

"However, to aid his campaign seven years ago, he had to make a generous contribution to the citizens."

"And what better way to do so than to give the position of principal to someone not related to the family in any way?"

Clicking her fingers in amusement, Kelsie caught on to the explanation immediately.

"Ah, so he makes everyone believe the principal runs the school when she doesn’t. Then, doesn’t that mean no one knows there’s a position like the vice counselor?"

Bruce shook his head.

"On paper, the school has an assistant principal and a vice counselor, but I’m only beneath her on paper."

Getting on his feet beside him, Mark grew increasingly worried the more Bruce answered her questions.

"Brother, what are you doing? You can’t just tell them a secret that keeps brother-in-law in position."

"They’re not going to tell anyone." Not sparing him a glance, Bruce casually waved him aside.

"What? How?" Mark asked in confusion, looking up at his brother who suddenly began pacing around.

Bruce abruptly halted, his darkened eyes meeting Mark’s confused ones as he turned to him again.

"But you should’ve been careful."

The next second, he kicked his brother back to the ground and began thumping down on him.

"You bastard, how could you be so careless? Someone sent pictures of what you did along with a comprehensive description of what happened to brother-in-law!"

"They didn’t stop there, they sent other case files too. Case files I worked very hard to sweep under the rug and keep away from him, were in his hands!"

"Do you know how humiliated I feel after apologizing and bowing to him dozens of times this morning? I know you have a dough for a brain, but how dare you make me do this!"

At this, Jett promptly shielded Kelsie’s view, handing her an apple he found on the principal’s table.

"Don’t look. You should only look at fine things. For example, me."

Kelsie nodded obediently, paying no attention to his latter words as she munched on the apple and listened to Mark’s cries fill the room a second time.

"I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Bruce. I didn’t mean to do any of this. Forgive me. I’ll learn my place and not do anything you don’t tell me to. Please forgive me and let me off this one time. I beg you!"

However, Bruce continued kicking and thumping down on him for two more minutes.

Finally, he stopped and stepped backward.

Though aching all over, Mark’s furious eyes darted to Jett and Kelsie.

"What about them? You told them so much. We can’t trust that they’ll shut their mouth even if you give them money and threaten them a little."

Arranging his disheveled hair, Bruce chuckled coldly.

"Money? Do I look like I have any money to spare?"

Mark blinked, "What do you mean?"

Bruce sucked in a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at the duo.

"I’ve spent all my money buying brother-in-law expensive things so he doesn’t take my position because of this mess."

"I need to get them back somehow. Isn’t it only right those who made me spend it, return them?"

Mark was just about to ask what his plan was when Bruce took a step backward and opened the door.

Instantly, five burly men along with an elderly man in a doctor’s coat walked in.

"I may not get every penny back, but selling all six of their organs should refill my wallet."