Supremacy Games

Cluck!

The moment the nanny picked the phone, she greeted the caller and asked for an identity.

"Miss Emilia, the handler of Noah and Grace. We have met in the hospital." The service woman introduced calmly.

Immediately after given the name, the nanny turned around and gave Noah the most bone-chilling glare he had ever seen in his life.

'Oh no...'

Noah figured out that it was the service woman from the very get go, knowing that their house telephone almost never received calls.

"I am calling for a routine check up." Miss Emilia spoke, "We have been informed by the schools that the Maxwell kids have been missing for a while now...Mind explaining that?"

"Is...Is that so?" The nanny's face went pale at the sound of that.

She didn't think that the schools were in contract with the child service department of the Maxwell Family.

At the start, she believed that Noah must have contacted Miss Emilia somehow, but now that doubt was removed from her mind or at least lessened significantly.

Unbeknownst to her, Miss Emilia had indeed called the principles a few minutes ago and was informed about the kids' sudden absence.

Although she wasn't completely convinced about Noah's story due to her biased take on the nanny's first impression and her personal experience with the Maxwell kids, she was still clever enough to use the schools as her reason for contact.

"I am so sorry! I was meaning to call you, but I felt ashamed of the situation." The nanny brought out her crocodile tears as she spoke with aggravated tone, "Those kids are really out of order ever since their father died...They keep cursing me, calling me names, throw food at me, and even hit me, knowing that I am just their nanny."

"They even refuse to go to school anymore, forcing me to call their principles personally and covering for their absence." The nanny sniffled like a wounded deer, "I really regret accepting this deal and would rather give up on the property if it meant getting those monsters out of my life."

Neither Noah nor Grace heard any of this as she had walked with the telephone far from them and spoke as softly as possible.

If they did, it would be impossible to guess their expression really.

"Is that so? I'm so sorry to hear that." Miss Emilia soften her tone, "The Maxwell's kids can be a pain in the ass. I had my fair share of clearing after their mess."

This time, Miss Emilia wasn't taking Noah's side by trying to comfort the nanny. She truly believed in her story because she had dealt with the Maxwell kids for years now.

As the sons and daughters of business empire leaders, they were more than a handful and made her life hell in her previous job as a personal PR worker for anything related to them.

The whole reason she changed to this job was because of her inability to tolerate their crap any longer...Especially young Felix, who was always causing trouble, forcing her to keep clearing up his mess.

So, even though Noah and Grace were orphaned and weren't really as rich and powerful as other Maxwell kids, she was still biased against them.

she was irritated

missing classes, favor from

it was more likely that the brats were being

was wrong and shitty judgement...She didn't even pause to consider why

the phone from an eight years old kid

what it

to get those brats out of your hands."

for taking care of me." The nanny sighed with an indifferent expression, "But, I doubt that's proper after all...Their father trusted in my capablities to take care of his children, knowing that they can be a handful...He is really a kind soul and

was absolutely no way the nanny was going to let Noah

her share of the Will, and most importantly, Noah's scars would expose her

you confident?" Miss

if it's on me as long as they can

at her own words. Yet, Miss

sure to keep them away from the phone at

expression turned cold all of a sudden, but

about it. Just stay strong and keep up the hard work." Miss Emilia had no time

was able to figure out that Noah must have

"Goodbye."

moment the nanny hung up, her expression drastically changed to

that to me,

the kitchen, not caring about

immediately, making him

Why? Why? Why

him, Noah couldn't understand why did Miss Emilia

was merely eight years old but even him understood that she should have acted upon his rescue call immediately by sending down her own people here or

Miss Emilia would be this uncaring and unbothered by

she

this question in his mind over and over while

I thought we had a deal. I don't touch you, and you forget about what happened." The nanny spoke with a

had made a dumb mistake

in harmony? Trust each

kid, but he wasn't a fool

beating was bound to fall on him or

caused her to snap that badly, he

live in that false sense of safety for even another

it should...Come here and accept your punishment." The nanny

Noah's clothes, too scared to move