Ziggy continued to stuff his laptop into his bag without pausing. "Oh, Miss Jane told me to bring a computer to school. She said it's for the curriculum." Rachel nodded. "Right, let's get to school then." Under Ziggy's exceptional calculations, they took the bus successfully like the day before and arrived at the Minnow Nursery School without any issues. Jane was already waiting in front of the school entrance. Rachel smiled as she placed Ziggy's tiny hand in Jane's. "Using a laptop to teach is such a progressive concept which might help children to study. I'll leave Ziggy in your capable hands." Jane stared at Rachel, dumbfounded. "Wha—"Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a tiny hand squeezed hers. She looked at Ziggy, who flashed her a grin with an underlying intention. Jane immediately understood and nodded at Rachel. "Yes, that's right. Ziggy's mommy, don't worry. I will take good care of him." In response, Rachel nodded too before she bent down to Zigg

Immediately after the revelation, the reporters at the door began clicking away with their cameras. The teachers, who were very arrogant just a minute ago, began covering their faces with their hands while they retreated into a corner. "Stop taking pictures! Stop!" They were people with influence and could strong-arm the school however they saw fit, but... It was because of their influence that they could not appear on the news haphazardly, especially news that would jeopardize their reputation like this. This would be their biggest downfall! Their reputations would affect their respective families and the benefits of companies attached to them. Since Jane had covered Ziggy's face, no one was able to get a good picture with Ziggy who just stood there nonchalantly. Without answering any questions, Jane carried Ziggy away from the storeroom and into a tiny classroom before she caressed his head. "Ziggy, thank you for saving me. You're really, really brave. Wait here for

Ziggy sat up on his seat, letting Jane hold him, while he patted her back lightly with his hand. "Jane, being nice is not weak. Hopefully, you can become brave and nice in the future." Jane nodded seriously. "I will, I will do that!" The few teachers had tried to clean their names by using their family connection, but just as they were about to succeed, a mysterious voice recording crept its way to the headlines. Within mere seconds, their nearly-cleaned names were plunged into the deep end with no chance of ever recovering. At this point, it still did not cross their minds that this was all because of Ziggy and instead, believed it was Jane's meticulously-planned revenge! Naturally, they were fired from the Minnow Nursery School and were told that they had no chance of being rehired. On the other side, not knowing Ziggy's feat in the Minnow Nursery School, Rachel uploaded her design draft into the computer as she wanted to give it a little retouching. She then peered a

Rachel closed the lid on the toilet seat and stepped onto it. Barely able to reach the top of the cubicle, Rachel frowned when she saw the mops that were blocking the door and the bucket that was thrown aside casually. Although her hands could reach the top of the cubicle, she would be hard-pressed to get out from there. Moreover, she would have hurt herself falling from that height! So, Rachel eyed the cubicle beside hers. The cubicles in the bathroom were connected just like public restrooms. Only her cubicle had been blocked, but if she could find her way over to the next cubicle, she would be saved. Rachel nodded to herself and propped herself up onto the separator by kicking herself off the ground and sitting on it. She then extended her leg to hook onto the door handle of the other cubicle, and while holding tightly onto the separator, she slowly slid herself down. Shifting her weight, Rachel began to lower her body. Only after she had a firm hold on the ground

A sinister smile appeared on Ziggy's face. "Now that you've pissed off someone you shouldn't have, I will let you know what despair really feels like." He copied the bank details of the few women employees before he typed quickly on the keyboard. His fingers were impossibly fast! The screen was full of undecipherable codes and scripts. In five minutes, Ziggy looked up as his finger paused above the 'enter' key. A flash of decisiveness coursed through his eyes and his finger pressed on the button. The codes and scripts immediately disappeared as a progress bar replaced them on the screen. The bar filled up slowly from the tenth percentile to... Hundred percent... When the progress bar was filled up, a simple word appeared. Complete. Ziggy turned around and looked at the time. Unhurriedly, he turned off his laptop and crossed his arms. This was the only way he could enact his revenge! After all, there was no surveillance in the washroom, so he did not have any d