All Chapters of Babysitting The Jerks: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The morning sun filtered through the classroom windows as Polaris sat at her desk, idly tapping her pencil against her notebook. The atmosphere was lively, with students chatting and exchanging weekend stories. But there was an underlying buzz today, one that Polaris couldn’t ignore: Anne had officially enrolled in their school.She watched as Anne entered the classroom with her usual bright smile, her presence drawing attention almost instantly. Dressed impeccably in the school uniform, Anne waved cheerfully at a few students she had already befriended over the weekend. Her charm was undeniable—bubbly, warm, and magnetic. Yet, something about it felt off to Polaris. There was a nagging sensation in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t shake.“Hey, Polaris!” Anne’s voice broke through her thoughts as she made her way toward Polaris’s desk, her smile beaming. “Mind if I sit with you today?”Polaris blinked, quickly nodding. “Sure, go ahead.” She shifted her bag to make space for An

The Kyoto residence was bathed in the warm glow of soft lights as the grand dining table was set, exuding an air of elegance and tradition. The spacious room, lined with fine art and rich wood tones, hummed with polite conversation. Seated around the table were Hero, his grandfather Jinro, his cousins, and their guests for the evening—Anne and her parents, the Lien family.Anne’s father, a towering man with sharp eyes and a voice that commanded attention, sat straight-backed at the table. His hands rested on the gleaming surface of the table as he finished discussing business matters with Jinro.“As expected, the markets are looking promising for next quarter, especially with the new partnership. Consolidating our resources will only strengthen the company’s foundation,” Mr. Lien said, his tone serious yet calculated.Jinro nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Indeed. The partnership opens up several new avenues, especially with international ties. Diversifying our investments abr

Polaris arrived home late that afternoon, feeling utterly drained. The week had been a blur of trying to avoid any unnecessary interactions at school and dealing with the lingering tension between her and the boys. Anne’s threat still echoed in her mind, but she tried to push it away, focusing on getting through each day.As she stepped into the large, quiet house, she was greeted by the familiar sight of the maids bustling around, finishing up their tasks for the evening. The warmth of the house was a stark contrast to the coldness she felt inside.One of the younger maids, Clara, noticed her as she set her bag down near the entrance. “Oh, Miss Polaris, you’re home!” she said with a cheerful smile. “You look exhausted. Long day?”Polaris smiled weakly, nodding. “Yeah, something like that.”Another maid, Eliza, joined in, wiping her hands on a towel as she approached. “You’ve been working too hard, dear. School and everything else… you need to take better care of yourself.”Polaris le

Polaris spent the next few days in a haze, the documents from Anne’s envelope weighing heavily on her mind. With each passing hour, she became increasingly determined to investigate the tangled web of deceit surrounding her parents’ deaths. She knew she couldn’t disclose her findings to anyone—not Hero, not Jinro, and certainly not Anne. This was her journey, and she needed to tread carefully.Each night, after everyone had settled into their routines, she would retreat to her room. The soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminated her workspace, where the documents lay spread out like pieces of a complex puzzle. She meticulously organized everything: the newspaper clippings, the letter to her mother, and the photographs. It felt like a clandestine operation, and the thrill of discovery fueled her determination.Her first course of action was to learn more about the allegations against Hero’s parents and the mysterious accident. She started with online research, diving into archives of ol

The following week was a whirlwind of preparation and anticipation. Polaris and Layla spent countless hours fine-tuning their presentation for the journalist. They collected their documents, compiled timelines, and prepared a narrative that would unravel the tangled web of corruption her father had woven.Finally, the day arrived. They met at a cozy coffee shop, the air filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations around them. Polaris’s heart raced as she spotted Michael Harris, the investigative journalist known for his fearless approach to uncovering corporate wrongdoings. With a reputation for taking down powerful figures, he was the right person to help them expose the truth.“Thanks for meeting with us, Mr. Harris,” Polaris said, trying to keep her voice steady as they settled into a corner table.“Call me Michael,” he replied, his eyes sharp and attentive. “I understand you have something important to share.”Polaris glanced at Layla,