Chapter 1675:

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Nicole realized that arguing was futile and dropped the subject. Once Dora had finished, they made their way to the car, walking past the elevators. Suddenly, a boy burst into their path, running erratically and nearly colliding with Nicole.

“Stop!” Jarrod intervened abruptly, catching the child just in time to avoid an incident.

“Why are you running, who told you to run?” asked Jarrod, his voice filled with concern for the potential danger Nicole was in due to her pregnancy.

The child, intimidated by Jarrod’s stern tone, began to cry loudly.

“Don’t cry. Now, tell me, who sent you?”. Jarrod continued, unfazed by the tears.

Nicole, still recovering from the shock, remained silent. At that moment the boy’s mother appeared, running toward them. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed, pushing her son away and looking at Jarrod suspiciously. “Why are you frightening my son?”

“He almost ran into my wife,” Jarrod replied coolly.

“So what if he did? He’s just a kid. Do you think he did it intentionally? Even if he had bumped into her, it wouldn’t have been fatal, would it?” the mother argued, her tone curt and dismissive. “You’re an adult, bullying a child. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” the mother commented.

Nicole was taken aback, struck dumb by the woman’s harsh criticism, who ignored her son’s risky behavior and focused solely on scolding Jarrod. Uninterested in further debate, Jarrod turned to his bodyguard and instructed, “Track his movements today.”

As the bodyguards began to approach, the mother became alarmed and shouted, “What’s going on? Are they trying to kidnap my son? Somebody help me! Kidnappers!”

Her alarmed cries attracted a group of onlookers who, observing Jarrod and his imposing bodyguards, mistook them for the instigators. Curious and concerned murmurs arose from the crowd.

“What’s going on, could it be child traffickers acting in plain sight?” one person wondered.

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Another added skeptically, “They look reputable, but they look like criminals. Someone should call the police.”

“Typical of these wealthy individuals, always making trouble and intimidating others,” commented another passerby. The murmuring intensified, fueling a charged atmosphere.

Amid the confusion, the boy’s mother tried to slip away quietly with him. Jarrod, ever vigilant, quickly intercepted them and asked, “Where do you think you’re headed?”

The boy’s mother became even more upset when Jarrod grabbed her, throwing herself to the ground and shouting, “If you want to hit someone, hit me! Don’t hurt my son! He was just running a little too fast, and he hasn’t even touched your wife – why are you treating us like this?”

The boy’s mother probably heard the murmurs from the crowd, realizing that they were accusing Jarrod of being a bully. With the wealth gap in society, it was common for people to feel hatred toward the rich, resenting their tendency to dominate others.

“Don’t drag them down like that. It’s not right.”

“Yeah, why are you taking them, are you playing vigilante? Our laws don’t support that.”

“Just because you have money doesn’t give you the right to mistreat people! It’s shameful.”

Although many voiced their disapproval, only one man intervened to pull the bodyguards away from the mother and child. The man shouted defiantly, “Arrest me if you have to! I refuse to accept that there is no justice – has our society really become a playground for the rich?”

The chorus of complaints intensified.

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