the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 542: Behind Every Mischievous Child Stands a Group of Overprotective Elders

Chapter 542: Chapter 542: Behind Every Mischievous Child Stands a Group of Overprotective Elders
When Cassius Turner got off work and returned home, he spotted a slender, delicate young woman carrying a backpack full of books and holding a little boy’s hand as they strolled through the campus in the distance. His gaze shifted slightly, and he pulled over, smiling as he said, "Hop in, I’ll give you two a ride home."
Delphine saw that he was driving a black Maybach and instinctively wanted to refuse.
"I heard Nicholas hasn’t found a suitable kindergarten yet. My brother’s child just turned six this year and started elementary school, leaving a vacancy at the attached kindergarten." Cassius stepped out of the car, walked up to Delphine, and kindly took her heavy backpack from her. With a refined smile, he added, "How about I inquire about it for Nicholas?"
Delphine instantly stiffened, unable to bring herself to decline. She had already checked out several kindergartens but hadn’t found one that was suitable. If it wasn’t limitations by household registration, then it was restrictions based on zoning.
"Wouldn’t that be too much trouble for Professor Turner?" she asked, hesitating.
When Cassius observed her up close, he noticed her skin was so fair it was nearly transparent, her features even more exquisite when seen closely, without a single visible pore. Her attire was incredibly understated, her demeanor calm yet carrying a hint of fragility. She was tall, nearly 1.7 meters, making her appear even more slender and frail. Her voice was soft and slow, every word and gesture exuding a gentle charm that made people feel at ease.
Cassius, born into an esteemed family and raised among prestigious circles of refined ladies, couldn’t help but think that this woman before him embodied all his ideals of femininity.
"It’s not troublesome at all. Letting the slot go unused would be a waste," Cassius replied with a faint smile, opening the car door with gentlemanly poise.
The so-called vacancy was, in fact, entirely fabricated. Kindergartens associated with the elite circles of the Imperial City only accepted children from influential families; money alone wouldn’t secure admission. Conveniently, however, the Land Family dominated the education sector. From kindergartens onward, their influence was evident at every level. As the family ran their own kindergarten, Wilbur Turner could effortlessly sneak in a lovable little child if he wished.
But Delphine, new to the Imperial City and unfamiliar with local regulations, as well as unaware of Cassius Turner’s true identity, mistakenly thought only locals could enroll in such kindergartens.
"Let’s go. I’ll drop you off and also follow up on the kindergarten matter," Professor Turner said, placing her backpack in the back seat with a smile.
Delphine held Nicholas Carter’s little hand and got into the car.
Cassius made two phone calls, then turned to face the incredibly aesthetic mother-and-son duo, saying, "It’ll be a week before he can enroll. There’s an admissions test, but Nicholas used to study in France. Let’s hope he doesn’t surprise the teachers too much when the time comes."
In that kindergarten, every mischievous little child had an entourage of elders from influential families to back them up. Cassius, observing Nicholas’s polite demeanor, still dropped a casual hint.
These little aristocrats could spark chaos if they started feuding — scenes of utter mayhem.
"Thank you. By the way, how much are the tuition fees? Do we need to prepare any household registration documents?" Delphine’s eyes brightened, genuinely voicing her gratitude, inexplicably feeling an increased sense of appreciation for the young professor.
"The tuition is somewhat expensive. It’s twenty thousand per semester," Wilbur had initially planned to say ten thousand but felt it was too implausible and adjusted it to twenty thousand, though in reality, even the semester’s meal costs exceeded that.
Delphine sighed in relief. Twenty thousand per semester was lower than expected.
"If you’d like to thank me, Delphine," the fair and elegant man said with a smile, smoothly transitioning into pursuit, "a homemade meal would suffice. I’m not very skilled at cooking, and I’ve been living on takeout. Honestly, it’s become so unappetizing I can barely eat anymore."