A few days later, I heard that the Swiss rescue team had found nothing in the mountains.
Delilah was taken home by her family, ostensibly to recuperate, but actually to avoid Alaric’s revenge.
Alaric and the other two stayed there, supposedly still looking for me.
They needed to see me alive or see my corpse.
The day of the college entrance exam was a gloomy, rainy day.
At 3 AM, Alaric was gaunt and haggard, still staying up all night waiting for news from the search and rescue team.
At the same time, across the ocean in San Francisco at 9 AM, the exam officially began.
“Begin the exam. Students may start answering.”
I took a long breath, free of all constraints and shackles.
I picked up my pen and wrote my future.
After finishing the exam that day, I checked the answers once and then didn’t look again.
Vivienne smiled and asked what I estimated my score to be.
I conservatively replied that I should be able to choose any school I wanted.
Vivienne: “You’re even more excellent than your mother.”
“Before you were born, she was the youngest Chief Financial Officer under my father’s company.”
“I thought you would follow in your mother’s footsteps, but I didn’t expect you to be such a rare genius in information networks.”
A year ago, I became a network security consultant for Vivienne’s corporation.
Defending against hacker attacks from overseas forces or competing companies, I performed excellently, and she was very satisfied.
If I could defend, naturally I could also invade.
During these two years of enduring humiliation as a “servant” around those four, I had secretly investigated all their family backgrounds thoroughly, closely monitoring the Everhart family’s movements.
Like Hamilton biding his time, I stayed quiet–until it was my turn to strike.
Two years ago, Vivienne told me that my mother’s car accident wasn’t an accident, but a deliberate act.
Mom was the company’s financial officer at the time, in a key position. Vivienne had people investigate that car accident.
On the surface, there were no problems, but Vivienne uncovered that the perpetrator’s son had gone abroad half a month earlier.
His overseas account had received an additional two million dollars.
I understood everything when I saw this.
Vivienne gave me the information on that unknown account that made the payment. I followed the trail to check IP addresses, investigating layer by layer.
I traced it to an inconspicuous trading company under Alaric’s father’s name.
£3.3%
Chapter 16
At that moment, anger and hatred swept through my entire body.
I knew that even if I handed this evidence to the authorities, not to mention that my search methods were irregular, Alaric’s father had plenty of people to take the fall.
They had done this secretly–it couldn’t be traced back to him, the big boss.
Just because his son wouldn’t let his beloved “toy” leave, Mr. Everhart only needed to move his finger slightly, and my mother would suffer “misfortune from heaven.”
The more I understood their family’s power and background, the more frightened I became. Wanting to avenge my mother was basically like an ant trying to shake a tree.
After returning, I kept thinking.
How much did Ethan Vale know about this, or was it possible that my father was also an accomplice in killing my mother?
After all, if Mom had taken me away, it would have been nothing but harm to him.
All the benefits he received from the Everhart Group were because of me.
What about Alaric… did he know or not?
If he didn’t know, why did he come so quickly then, why did he say those things, why was he so certain I couldn’t leave?
My back went cold in waves.
These two men had once been the two males I trusted and relied on most.
One was my biological father, one was my childhood friend who grew up with me.
Yet they might have both been accomplices in harming my mother.
I didn’t sleep all night, then agreed to Vivienne’s cooperation invitation.
She would help me escape from the Everhart family and my father.
I would help her in swallowing up the company and corporation that Alaric’s family had built in New York over decades.
I couldn’t get revenge by myself.
So I went back with my father, back to their side.
My father was Mr. Everhart’s deputy, controlling most of the corporation’s secrets.
Those secrets were either paper documents he kept at home, or electronic files–breaking into his computer was as simple as breathing.
Actually, if you really investigated, which financial group didn’t have some dirty business and gray industries behind it?
Unfortunately, no matter how deeply they hid it, as long as they used networked electronic devices, I could dig it out.
Finding out about the Langdon, Vale, and Moreau families was also just-
An incidental matter,
Vivienne also needed two years to completely take over all the industries her father left behind. The date was approaching, and those four were going to study abroad.
Actually, Delilah didn’t need to deliberately leave that backup phone for me to see.
I could know their every move immediately. But would hiding abroad be useful?
When the fires of revenge ignited, they would bear the brunt and couldn’t escape.
The only mistake was Delilah suddenly twisting her ankle on stage.
Alaric pushed me into the sharp corner of the frame.
I almost died.
If there had been even the slightest error! I might have become mentally impaired, or I might have become a vegetable like my mother.
Originally, I had always been unsure how to handle Alaric out of consideration for our past friendship. Now I no longer had that concern.
Before I lost consciousness, what rose in my heart wasn’t bitterness–I had finished being bitter during the past three years.
What I felt was hatred, hatred for my body being fatally harmed.
You regret it now, you feel guilty now.
Where were you before, Alaric?
