Book TRK
Chapter 1590
Chapter 1590 Eliana Trusts Wynter
Lucas glanced sideways. "Then, let's follow Mr. Monty's suggestion and punish everyone involved, including all school personnel. Spread the word to the public.
"Starting today, we'll use Mindcrest High School as an example and conduct surprise inspections across all primary and high schools in the city.
"Mr. Paley mentioned how things were different the last time you visited. That's easy to explain."
Lucas turned his gaze to Samuel. "Last time, someone tipped them off. This time, if any school gets advance notice of an inspection, you can bet all of you will be under suspicion."
Lucas' words were delivered with a smile, but no one there was able to reciprocate. All seven of them, including three officials from the department, could tell his remarks were a direct warning. That smile was far more unsettling than outright anger, and it chilled them to the bone.
No one felt this more keenly than Fredric. He had intended to accompany Lucas to divert attention away from Mindcrest High School. But now, not only would he have to deal with internal affairs, but the media would also catch wind of this.
Soon, every citizen would be focused on the school's failings. That meant any further interference from him would be nearly impossible.
Fredric figured it would be best to take advantage of the chaos and discreetly take Eliana. After all, with so many pressing matters on Lucas' plate, it was unlikely anyone would notice a single student being taken away.
And it was certainly true. The things Lucas had to handle now were not minor issues.
Fredic took a step forward and took a glance at his driver.
When Eliana was called out again, it was her homeroom teacher, Kurt Abrams, acting as the intermediary.
"Eliana, I don't understand why you would refuse such a great opportunity. The person who brought you here last time has already been taken away by the authorities. People like that might give you wrong ideas or lead you to make poor decisions."
Kurt, who was relatively young, seemed to have an almost wistful tone when talking about going abroad.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
"I hope you seize this chance to study overseas. Once you get there, you'll realize that the backward ideas you encounter here simply don't exist over there. The air itself is sweet, unlike the hazy smog that surrounds us here."
As Eliana listened to Kurt's accent, something started to feel off. She had always paid
attention to her studies and had never noticed his accent.
In the quiet of the conversation, Eliana suddenly remembered something she'd once heard. Some foreign spies could infiltrate communities and brainwash people subtly through their ideology.
She had previously dismissed it as gossip, just idle chatter to pass the time. But now, her instincts were on high alert.
She was well aware of what had been happening online - Wynter, who had saved her, had been arrested, accused of stock market manipulation and creating a fake persona. Eliana had only met Wynter once, but she refused to believe the rumors circulating about her.
Eliana knew exactly who had saved her, and she was certain that the place Kurt wanted to send her was anything but safe.
Gripping her hands tightly, Eliana recalled the advice Wynter had given her when she was dropped off. She had told her to agree with them first no matter what they say. Then, stall time and contact her.
Swallowing her fear, Eliana put on her usual quiet demeanor. "I need to go home and discuss this with my grandparents."
"Yes, you should discuss it. After all, becoming an exchange student is a big deal, and your family won't need to pay for it at all. You've been a bit stubborn in the past," Kurt said with a warm smile.
He continued, "Alright then, you can skip the evening classes today. Go home and discuss it with your grandparents. Someone will pick you up tomorrow morning."
No matter what Eliana said, it was clear Kurt had already decided for her.
As Eliana walked out, trembling slightly, she caught a glimpse of Kurt's face darkening through the crack in the office door.
Kurt muttered, "Such a hassle. In the end, I still have to get my hands dirty."