“But the infighting won’t stop immediately, and the vaccine can’t be researched in a month.” Nick sat there, his fingers clenched into fists.
They were destined to walk towards the path of the fallen nation planned by that real culprit behind the scenes, and the few points they could struggle with themselves would just be the difference between walking faster and slower.
He raised his black-rimmed glasses and looked at Paige unwillingly, “Sister Paige, I’m going to track down this real culprit behind the scenes, and I’m going to ask him why he’s doing this!”
Even if there was no point anymore, he still had to pursue it!
What in the world was this kind of person after?
“Okay, I’ll give you a few directions.”
Paige glanced at him and stood back up in front of the writing board, writing down keywords on it while saying, “The characteristics that the real culprit behind the scenes must have, super brain, talented and proficient in psychology, it’s worth noting that it wouldn’t be hard for someone like that to build up a huge organization, but it’s not, I wonder why.”
Nick and the bystanders grabbed their pens and took notes.
“In addition, in addition to having a super-high IQ, the real culprit behind the scenes sees the class conflicts in Country A very thoroughly, and even knows how to get in and out of the virus research institute, which is something that requires a certain status to know.” Paige said.
Nick wrote them down one by one and frowned, “Requires a certain status, that’s not an ordinary civilian, it’s a person from a big family or a high-ranking member of parliament? No, it’s all up to this status, if it’s a super brain, it must be famous.”
Could his impression, he hadn’t heard of this number at all.
In this year, it was only Paige who had created a miracle of starting a business from nothing and was called a wizard, other than that, he had never heard of it again.
“There’s nothing wrong with the scope I’ve drawn, but why there are so many contradictions, I don’t know.”
Paige couldn’t explain it until she found the real culprit behind it, she just analyzed it from the details of what happened, “One last thing.” The crowd raised their eyes to her.
“How did this person get Rachel to willingly hand over so many weapons.”
Paige said, “Rachel’s life was on the line, she was in a high position, that site couldn’t control her, and she had already set up a trap against me, taking a step back, why would she be willing to be a part of this plan when she would have kept the weapons for herself and died with me if she wanted to make sure that she killed me?”
Nick sat and thought for a moment, “Because this plan would discredit you, destroy your beliefs, abort the plan to rebuild the slums that you’ve built with your own hands, and it would be more painful to live than to die.”
“But the weapons flowed into the country before Alfredo dropped the virus, and the plan hadn’t even gotten off the ground yet.” Paige said.
“She believed the plan would work.” Nick said.
“Rachel isn’t of a nature to be easily convinced, so it’s strange why she was so convinced that the plan would work, convinced enough not to take the weapon into her own hands.” Paige stood and said, “If you circle the designation in such a range, that pretty much locks in the real culprit behind it.”
To sum it up, the real culprit behind the scenes was someone Rachel believed to be superior to herself, not your average civilian but nothing like a huge organization, and a super brain.
Speaking of which, Paige drifted off to remember someone and held her pen in her fingers as she traced a mark on her writing pad.
Nope.
It shouldn’t be him.
It didn’t make sense.
“Sister Paige?” Nick looked over at her a little startled, “Did you think of something?”
“I can think of someone, but it doesn’t seem likely.” Paige said.
Nick wanted to ask who it was when there were two knocks on the door and Butler Beau stood in the doorway, respectfully bowing his head toward Paige.
Paige put down her pen and walked over toward him, and Butler Beau held out a thick stack of papers and handed them to her, saying, “Young Lady, everyone has come to ask me to relay that we are willing to take a temporary leave of absence, but without pay.”
“…”
Paige listens with a start, turning over the papers in her hands, they are signed documents from all the staff at the manor agreeing to take a vacation.
She frowned, “No, I’m trying to save the manor’s expenses, but I don’t want to save your livelihoods as well.”
“I knew the young lady would say that.” Beau butler smiled gently, “That’s why we also discussed it, if the young lady doesn’t agree, please help donate the salary given to us to the medical care, a drop in the bucket is a drop in the bucket, a little help is a little help.”
“…”
Paige didn’t expect Steward Beau to say such a thing, and for a moment she paused there, not knowing what to say.
“Young lady don’t worry about us, the manor is offering a high salary, we usually have savings, it’s no problem to carry a few months.” Beau’s housekeeper smiled and said, “We all believe in the Young Lady and Young Master’s ability, in a few months at most, any difficulties will be solved.”
Paige suddenly felt that this document in her hand was particularly heavy, since the Ferris Wheel Virus man-made disaster happened, she had been subjected to endless verbal abuse and questioning, and also received countless people’s firm belief.
Her throat was hoarse and she thought of saying something, but when it came to her lips, only one sentence remained, “Thank everyone for me.”
“What’s there to thank for, we’re A’s too.”
Beau’s housekeeper said, “Now that most of the people have withdrawn from the manor one after another, there is a question that I still need to ask the young lady.”
“What question?” Paige looked at him.
“You and the young master, Gabriel and Olivia are all moving to Rose Estate, what about … the old master?” Butler Beau asked carefully observing her expression.
Master.
Jeremy.
She was just coming up with that name.
At that, Paige’s eyes deepened and she said, “I’ll go meet him.”
“Yes. Shall I accompany you?” Butler Beau asked.
“No need.” Paige headed out the door.
…
Leaving from the main building, Paige walked through the gardens toward the back.
The estate was particularly busy today, with people coming in and out.
All along the way she could run into staff leaving with suitcases saying goodbye to her, Paige smiled and nodded to them, all she could say was to ask them to be safe.
After a wave of people bid her farewell and left, Paige walked alone in the direction of the spa, her eyes looking down at her feet.
Just now during the meeting, as she narrowed down the real culprit behind the crime, it was hard not to think of Jeremy as a person.
Jeremy was Rachel’s adoptive father, and trusting her adoptive father made sense; he wasn’t your average civilian, naturally he knew a lot of things, but he wasn’t organized because he was suppressed from going out by Enrico.
But it also doesn’t make sense.
If he was able to devise such a precise strike plan even in the midst of his predicament, why didn’t he have another plan in the first few years, and why did he have to marry the woman from THE Davis family to help him with his infighting back then?
Jeremy was by no means a mediocrity, but he wasn’t a man with a mind so meticulous that he could devise so many perfect details.
Did he have help, but he’d been under house arrest, online help at best, but how could online help him so much? She had also looked at the flow of his money, and there was no problem.
So could it be that he had been in disguise before?
It was even more unlikely, and there was no need for it.