Chapter 56: The Swift Family

  Everything that happened at the school gate the next day appeared in prominent positions on major newspapers, with no shortage of pictures and reports. Fortunately, the incident occurred in a public place, and there were not only paparazzi but also many reporters from major newspapers present, so both the pictures and the reports were fairly authentic.

  Several tabloids have begun to cry out again, saying Ryan Jenkins was cold-shouldered by his parents who came to recognize him, lacking sufficient morals and upbringing.

  In contrast, the major newspapers were more serious and responsible, and even published pictures of middle-aged women and drunk men fighting, especially the Los Angeles Times, which directly exposed the couple's secrets.

  "The family formed by the Jenkins couple is a family filled with alcohol, drugs, violence and coldness. Michelle Jenkins, unemployed, currently working as a nightclub helper, has a brief history of drug use, victim of domestic violence; Glenn Summerall Jenkins, long-term unemployed truck driver, has a 20-year history of drunkenness and 12 years of drug use, no source of income, relying on government assistance for life, with obvious violent tendencies, was once sentenced to three years in prison for committing violence against others!"

  "We don't go into discussing whether they are Ryan Jenkins' biological parents or not, nor do we want to ask them why they are clamoring for custody of Ryan. We just want to ask: is this kind of family really beneficial for the healthy growth of children?"

  Under the care of Ms. Nicole Kidman, Ryan is a sunny, cheerful, clever and slightly mischievous boy who is growing up healthily in both mind and body, becoming an exemplary model for all American youth as he achieves more and more accomplishments, but just yesterday, this couple not only exchanged vicious words, they even once wanted to lay hands on Ryan...

  "Damn it!"

  Nicky tossed aside the newspaper. If she weren't in a moving car right now, she'd...

  "Alright, Nicole, I'm fine." Ryan reassured her.

  "Nothing's wrong?" Nicky pointed at the drunkard's raised arm in the newspaper, "I really dare not imagine what would happen if he hit you!"

  "No! I'm going to send him to jail!" Nicole pulled out her cell phone and dialed Wilson's lawyer.

  Ryan could only shrug helplessly, actually he had contacted the lawyer yesterday, I suppose the couple's following days won't be easy, even if they were really his parents, what difference would it make?

  Not mentioning their past, just based on yesterday's events, they want to get his custody is a fool's dream, let alone, they may not be!

  I have no idea where this excellent young man found this extreme couple, they are even more extreme than Michael Lohan and his wife.

  "Rye, you need a bodyguard." Kinsley said turning around.

  "I've already chosen someone," the boy replied.

  "Has anyone been chosen? Which one?" Jin Silie was somewhat puzzled, as she had handed over the reserve materials for bodyguards and drivers to the boy a month ago, but he hadn't given her any feedback.

  "Patrick, you go talk to him." Ryan recalled the star face, "You should have seen it, George, the security guard at St. John's Elementary School! Don't oppose it first, listen to me finish speaking, he is a veteran, former Marine Corps member, has been in Somalia and the Middle East for a long time, engaged in security work for a long time, retired this year, and can't find a suitable job, so temporarily humbled himself at St. John's Elementary School."

  Paige wrinkled her brow and didn't respond, "Alright, Ryan, I'll have someone check him out. If everything checks out, I'll go talk to him myself."

  "Alright." Ryan nodded.

  Three cars pulled into LAX, and Nicki finally put down her phone. Ryan could imagine Wilson's brow furrowing at her demands.

  They came here to pick someone up, and they had come from far-off Montgomery County, Pennsylvania.

  That's right, it was Ryan's agent investor Scott Swift and his family who finally made up their minds to move from Montgomery County to Los Angeles after the boy handed over more and more money for him to control.

  As for whether Little Taylor will change her life trajectory, Ryan is not worried. The previous life of Taylor started the music road from a computer repairman, and this life can teach her personally if she wants to go to the music holy land Nashville when she grows up, that's okay, anyway, her old dad has made enough money in these two years.

  After just a brief wait, the Swift family emerged, Scott pushing a cart full of gifts and Andrea carrying one-and-a-half-year-old Tyler.

  After exchanging greetings, several of Jin Silie's assistants took over the gifts and the group headed towards the airport parking lot, while Ryan leaned in beside the little girl.

  "Hey little Tyler, remember me? I'm your Uncle Ryan!"

  "I don't know you at all!" The little girl said in a soft and sweet voice.

  "Oh, dear, you're saying that and it's really hurting me." Ryan made a pitiful face.

  "Hmm"

  "Alison, have you forgotten? Ryan is the one who often sends you gifts..."

  "Really? Mommy? Oh, I remember, every time a big bunch of things are mailed, except for purple and red, there's also hydrangea." The little girl spoke out of the ordinary, her big eyes staring at the boy.

  Ryen smiled slightly and was about to speak when the girl's pale small hand appeared in front of him, "Ryen, so... what about the gift now?"

  "Uh..."

  The boy looked a bit silly, rummaged through all the pockets on his body, and found nothing except a small wallet. He had to say, "Can I make up for it next time?"

  "Little... air ghost." The little girl hummed again and gave him a back of the head.

  Three cars sped towards Beverly Hills, Scott Swift had made a lot of money in the past two years, not to mention that he invested his own funds in those stocks Ryan mentioned, just the commission Ryan paid him was a considerable amount.

  Because he sometimes meets with Ryan, he often travels between Los Angeles and New York. Early this year, on the outskirts of Beverly Hills, he bought a detached villa, although it is much smaller than Ryan and Nicole's home, but for their family of three, it is already a big house.

  After getting out of the car, Tyler, who had just learned to walk, walked crookedly into the courtyard and looked around for a long time before pointing at the yellow villa and asking, "Mommy, new home... is this ours? It's not as beautiful as the farm~"

  "Yes, dear, we will be living here from now on."

  Everyone is an old friend now, more or less helping to move luggage and the like, while the youngest minor was left in the care of another minor.

  "Ryan"

  "Dear, you should call me uncle," Ryan corrected.

  "Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!" The little girl gritted her teeth and shouted.

  "Alright, alright." Ryan raised his hands in defeat. "Call it whatever you want."

  The little girl's eyes rolled around and asked, "Gift... what you just said, right?"

  Are little girls nowadays so clever? Didn't they say that they forget as soon as they turn their heads? Ryan scratched his cheek and could only nod.

  Taylor sat down abruptly on the lawn of the small garden, pointing around and saying, "No... beautiful, no flowers, hydrangeas... Christmas tree farm, garden... all are."

  "No problem." Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

  "Robin... must have!" The little girl said in a milky voice and stretched out her small hand.

  "Alright, I'll have someone buy it tomorrow."

  "No." Tyler shook his head like a rattle drum. "On the farm, it was always Dad who took me to catch one, I want you to go catch one for me."

  Ryan's face turned from white to black in an instant, and I really didn't know what to say. Although the American city did a great job in greening and animal protection, where can you find such a thing as a magpie robin?

  "You're a... cheapskate." The little girl's nose was almost scrunched up to her forehead.

  Ryan was helpless, kids of this age were a privileged class, did he need to reason with her? Don't be kidding, he probably couldn't say a few words before the little one would cry in front of him.

  "It's too late today, it's almost dark." Ryan looked up at the high-hanging sun in the sky and started talking nonsense.

  "Okay... I'll get Mommy to remind me, and... it's two!" The little girl first showed one palm, then withdrew four fingers, thought for a moment, felt wrong, and stretched out another finger.

  Fortunately, the furniture in the villa was already prepared, and the Swift couple didn't bring much furniture. Before long, Andrea took Taylor away, otherwise Ryan would have collapsed, kids at this age are really not easy to take care of.

  Before she became a child herself, Ryan had some realization.

  His throat was slightly itchy, he drank a glass of water and began to think quietly, not about the messy things recently, but that he found himself starting to enter puberty, although not very obvious, but he could feel it, his voice was turning into a duck's quack.

  I'm not even twelve years old yet! Ryan let out a wry smile, okay, he knew that in his past life after entering the 21st century, this had almost become a universal phenomenon.

  He doesn't eat KFC or McDonald's, and he avoids Burger King and Pizza Hut even more. Who would have thought that he would still enter puberty ahead of time?

  Of course, this is not without its benefits. At the very least, it can make his vocal cords mature earlier, so he won't have to worry about music-related issues anymore.

  Moreover, he should go to a Hollywood recording company himself, where there are professional staff who can provide some guidance on vocal training during the voice change period. He doesn't want his vocal cords to suffer permanent damage due to daily practice.

  That night, the Swifts hosted a small party in their garden, with only Ryan's three people and several assistants who came to help, and after the party, they would have a conversation about the future.

  Three more deliveries, collect them ~ recommend them ~ throw them over, no need to be polite.