...
A lock was set on both the front and back yards, and both the front and back doors were closed.
In the entire villa, aside from the seven elders, there were only the known faces of Amy Mansfield, Barton Mansfield, Rosie Sullivan, Fátima, and Nora Scott, who had yet to appear and was still on the second floor.
"Why are you closing the doors?!"
One of the sharp-witted elders noticed this, stood up from his chair, and looked solemnly at the young ones.
Amy Mansfield and Barton Mansfield exchanged a glance.
Before they could decide who would respond, they saw an official brought by Master Scott, with one hand in her pocket and the other playing with a badge, leisurely walking towards them.
"Who are you—"
The elder was about to lash out, but upon seeing the badge in her hand, he forcefully swallowed his words.
The higher the rank in Biel Hall, the more wary they beca of officials.
"Elders, please rest here for a while," Fátima nonchalantly spoke, raising an eyebrow, "The eting starts at ten in the morning, and we will discuss matters in detail then."
At this mont, another white-haired elder stood up, looking warily at Fátima, and asked, "You never participate in our internal etings. What do you want this ti?!"
"This eting is of great importance," Fátima replied, "Master Scott has invited us as witnesses."
As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere beca heavier, and the elders exchanged confused looks.
——Both Biel Hall and the officials are independent, and only vital matters involve officials. Furthermore, they only intervene in major matters and never in internal affairs of the Hall.
Could it be that this eting is related to the officials?
Even those elders who realized that this eting was different from usual silently held their peace.
——Wait for the eting to begin and the matter to be announced.
With official personnel present, the Elder Council naturally had to show so unity and pay more attention to their deanor and quality, so despite their anger and dissatisfaction, they could only hold on and sit tight.
Seeing this, Amy Mansfield, Barton Mansfield, and Rosie Sullivan exchanged surprised glances.
This person’s status is truly impressive.
No need to say much, just showing a badge solves everything.
*
Second floor, study.
Nora Scott sat on a balcony chair, legs crossed, with a Bluetooth earpiece, talking to Benjamin Durant on the phone.
"They’ve hidden too well," Benjamin Durant said, "Sophie Scott’s ssages to friends, teachers, and family were probably sent through others. When tracked by IP, they were mostly in internet cafes. By the ti our people arrived, she was long gone. She made only one or two calls this month, with barely any way to track her without prior notice."
It’s September.
According to the original plan, Sophie Scott is now in her senior year. If she remains out of contact when school starts, soone will definitely notice sothing amiss and perhaps use this opportunity to report her missing to force her out.
However, at the start of this month, Sophie Scott resud her social activities, telling classmates and her advisor that she found an internship in another province and wouldn’t return for a while. She claid she’d discuss her thesis online with her advisor. She also called her parents, explaining briefly that she wanted to gain experience outside and everything was fine, telling them not to worry.
Each ti she contacted, Sophie Scott was thoroughly prepared; she vanished right after sending ssages or making calls, making it nearly impossible to find her even with great skills.
Moreover, her IP constantly changed, showing locations everywhere. While it seems there isn’t a tech expert, they have enough people to log in with her account.
Chaleon-like tactics.
As long as Sophie Scott intends to hide, Nora Scott couldn’t catch her anyti soon.
Frustrating beyond words.
After so thought, Nora Scott said, "Maintain pressure, don’t let up."
Unless Sophie Scott stays vigilant like this forever.
Yet if she weren’t passionately in love with Alexander Vaughn and continually cherished that feeling, there would definitely be a day she’d slip up. ——Sophie Scott isn’t one to settle for diocrity.
"Alright," Benjamin Durant replied, "We’re about to head back to Anchel. Humphrey wants to know when you’ll be done?"
"It’ll take a few days," Nora Scott turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting past the balcony to the empty front yard, casually saying, "See you in Anchel."
"...Oh."
It seems Humphrey Jennings’ plan to et Nora Scott before leaving is going to be scrapped.
Since keeping in touch is easy nowadays, Benjamin Durant didn’t say much more and quickly hung up the call with Nora Scott.
...
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The door to the study was knocked on.
Rosie Sullivan’s voice soon followed, "Hall Master, it’s ten o’clock."
"Hmm."
As she put away her phone, Nora Scott stood up.
She headed downstairs with Rosie Sullivan.
As soon as she appeared, Nora Scott sensed many sharp gazes. All these elders were quite sprightly despite their age, with eyes full of energy.
Tsk.
This bunch is so aggressive, their eyes seem intent on devouring one.
Looking around at everyone else, Amy Mansfield and Barton Mansfield stood upright beside her, while Fátima, who should have been serious, was instead seated eating fruit, completely out of sync with the atmosphere around.
Nora Scott ignored the elders.
She first glanced at Amy Mansfield and Barton Mansfield, who had previously been instructed to "fetch a box from a room on the first floor." Recognizing Nora Scott’s look, they imdiately nodded in understanding and went to fetch it.
Then, Nora Scott cast a look behind her at Rosie Sullivan and lazily gave an order, "Distribute them."
"Yes."
Rosie Sullivan responded promptly.
From the study, she retrieved a stack of docunts, seven in total—the finalized version of the new Hall regulations.
"Young lady, what do you an by ignoring your elders?"
"So young yet so arrogant, making us wait around! You must not want to be the Hall Master of Biel Hall!"
"As a Hall Master, your conduct is utterly unacceptable!"
...
Faced with Nora Scott’s indifferent attitude, without a single greeting, the elders exploded simultaneously.
Before Nora Scott could speak, Fátima not far away knit her brows in annoyance.
"Tsk."
With a flick of her foot, she kicked over a nearby chair.
"..."
The complaints abruptly stopped.
The previously intimidating gazes now turned to Fátima.
Fátima rely chuckled mockingly, tilting her head with a rebellious air, "Are all Biel Hall’s elders so noisy?"
The elders: "..."
Rosie Sullivan: "..."
This elder sister, are you here to solve problems or to cause them?!
Rosie Sullivan was startled, thinking that the scene might beco quite difficult, but unexpectedly——
Despite their nasty expressions, the seven elders looked at Fátima and forcefully suppressed their anger.
Endured the sarcasm without a word.
Rosie Sullivan underestimated the influence of the "official" on the elders.
For the younger generation, the distinction between "official" and "non-official" isn’t as significant; what matters more is strength. But the older generation, however, is very wary of authority.
Nora Scott, being soone with zero collective pride, watched Fátima berate the Elder Council without a blink.
She even secretly applauded her junior sister in her head.
Truly fed up with this Hall Master persona, without it, she could openly criticize these obstinate, arrogant old folks.
Rosie Sullivan lowered her head and continued handing out files.
Gradually, the elders’ attention shifted to the titles of these docunts.
Plain and straightforward——
"Biel Hall New Regulations."
Simultaneously, Nora Scott opportunely spoke, "The the of our eting this ti is just one thing—may I trouble the elders to cooperate and sign the new regulations. Our new regulations should be implented by October at the latest."
Everyone: "..."
"..."
Even Fátima, who was in the middle of eating sunflower seeds, almost spat the seeds out at Nora Scott.
Such a bandit approach of strong-arming and selling forcibly.
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