"Does Ian usually like to read these fluffy storybooks?" Renee Jennings asked.
Naomi Kenway glanced at her. "He likes fairy tales."
Renee Jennings's face was full of disapproval. "Nina, that's where you're wrong. All the kids these days are multitalented. Letting Ian read this kind of fluff all day won't make him any smarter. Children have no self-control, so we have to keep a closer eye on them."
Renee Jennings straightened her back, as if she had finally found an area where she could completely crush Naomi Kenway. "I can't speak for other things, but I'm quite experienced when it comes to educating children. Nathan's wall of awards is the best proof of that."
"Can't speak for other things?" Naomi Kenway smiled at her. "You seem to have plenty to say."
Renee Jennings's smile froze. She hadn't expected Naomi Kenway to be so disrespectful to her, especially with the cameras rolling.
Her expression turned cold. "Nina, what do you mean by that?"
