Chapter 350 Pinhole Camera
The other female teachers all turned their heads towards the GMC.
"Prince Charming is about to show up!"
"I'm so excited! Do you think he's hot?"
"I need to put on some lipstick!"
Kurt was curious too, wondering who this guy was that Audrey and the other female teachers were so crazy about.
Audrey looked around again. There were only a few workers nearby, and none of them looked rich or like they were heading towards the GMC.
Her eyes widened when she saw Noah walking towards the GMC.
"Noah, what are you doing?" Audrey yelled, clearly pissed. "Why are you heading towards the GMC?"
"Noah, stop right there! You don't even have the right to get close to that GMC!"
"If you take another step, don't blame me for what happens next!"
The other female teachers looked just as mad, like they'd been personally insulted.
Noah ignored them, walked up to the GMC, opened the door, and started the engine.
The GMC drove towards the Silverline Square parking lot.
Audrey stood there, stunned like she'd been struck by lightning. She was completely dumbfounded.
"How is this possible?"
The other female teachers were just as shocked.
"No way! This can't be real!" Kurt's eyes widened, and he rubbed them, thinking he must be seeing things. Noah, driving the GMC into the parking lot?
"How is this possible?" Kurt trembled, his mind in turmoil. "How could Noah, an outsider and a poor man, afford a GMC?"
This GMC was worth over a million dollars. Kurt himself couldn't afford it, so how could Noah, an outsider, possibly buy it?
"If Noah is driving the GMC into the parking lot, does that mean the GMC is his?"
Audrey's face turned pale, her worldview shattering. She trembled all over.
"Does that mean the owner of the GMC, the one I've been dreaming about, my prince charming, is actually Noah, this poor man?"
She gasped for breath, still unable to believe it.
"Noah is the owner of the GMC!"
"How is this possible? How could Noah, that poor guy, afford a GMC?"
"Noah is my prince charming?"
The other female teachers' mouths formed perfect "O"s, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Then, they started to piece things together.
If the GMC really belonged to Noah, then it made sense why they had seen the GMC at the Eyfel Hotel parking lot that day.
"Noah is driving a GMC?"
Francis watched Noah drive into the parking lot, his eyes narrowing.
He knew this was a car worth over a million dollars. Someone who could afford such a car wouldn't likely dine and dash at the Eyfel Hotel. The possibility seemed slim.
'It seems Kurt's claim that Noah is morally corrupt and dined and dashed at the Eyfel Hotel needs further verification,' Francis thought to himself.
In the parking lot, Noah parked the car and decided to wait for Clementine to finish work so he could take her home.
Earlier, when he moved the car, he noticed a line of text at the bottom of the detour sign.
[Road expansion contractor: The Harris Group.]
'It looks like the city's road expansion project is being handled by The Harris Group,' Noah thought, his mind racing.
Suddenly, Noah's phone buzzed. It was a message from Clementine.
[Mr. Anderson, I'm having some trouble at the training center. Can you come help me?]
[Sure, I'll be right there,] Noah replied.
Clementine had mentioned on her first day at work that some guys at the Ancient Style and Charm training center were pretty annoying. This trouble was probably related to that.
Noah got out of the car, took the elevator to the fourth floor, and walked to the Ancient Style and Charm training center.
The center mainly taught students classical dance, and the walls were decorated with various traditional costumes, with long skirts and wide sleeves.
At that moment, Clementine was standing at the entrance, her face pale with anger. She was holding a small black object, about the size of a button, which looked pretty inconspicuous.
"Tell me, what is this?" Clementine demanded of a young man in front of her.
The young man, in his twenties, wore a Rolex watch and looked quite wealthy.
"How should I know what that is?" he sneered, rolling his eyes at Clementine.
"Clementine, I'm telling you, if you're going to work here, do your job and don't slander me! My dad is a shareholder here. If you falsely accuse me, I'll have him fire you!" he added, his voice rising.
"What's going on?" Noah asked as he approached.
"You called someone?" The young man glanced at Noah dismissively. "It doesn't matter. I didn't do anything."
"Mr. Anderson, here's what happened," Clementine explained as she walked over to Noah. "I went to the changing room to change into my dance outfit, and suddenly the power went out. Then I noticed a red light in the corner of the room."
Clementine handed the button-like object to Noah.
"I took it down. Please take a look."
Noah examined it and frowned. It was a pinhole camera.
He had seen news reports about criminals placing cameras in hotel rooms to secretly record guests' private moments and then sell the footage for profit.
He never expected to encounter such a situation today, and with Clementine as the target.
"Did it record everything?" Noah asked, his main concern being Clementine's privacy.
If Clementine had been recorded undressing and the footage was posted online, it would be a huge problem, severely impacting her.
"No," Clementine blushed, embarrassed by Noah's direct question. "I was wearing clothes underneath my dance outfit."
"Good." Noah nodded, then turned his attention to the young man.
Noah wasn't unreasonable. If Clementine had wrongly accused this person, he would make her apologize. But if the pinhole camera was indeed placed by this young man, Noah would make sure he faced the consequences.
"Clementine, why do you think this guy placed the pinhole camera?" Noah asked.
"Mr. Anderson, when I took down the camera, I didn't make a fuss and went back to the office quietly," Clementine explained. "During the break, when everyone else was out, I found the camera's packaging in his desk."
She pulled a small box from her pocket and handed it to Noah.
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