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Chapter 1897: What'S Meant To Happen Will Happen
Chapter 1897: What'S Meant To Happen Will Happen
Chapter 1897: What's Meant to Happen Will Happen
Aaron drove back to the school with Anderson. He parked the car in a sheltered spot about 600 meters
away from the school. It was a safe location.
Anderson reconnected to the school's security system and found that the backdoor vulnerability he had
previously reserved was still inaccessible.
Turning to Anderson, Aaron asked, "Anderson, how are things looking now?"
Shaking his head, Anderson replied, "Originally, I could monitor the school's security system at any
time using my microcomputer and see their surveillance videos. But now I can't get in. Someone has
set up a new firewall and patched up my previous loophole."
"Could it be the school's doing?" Aaron inquired.
"No, the school staff doesn't have that level of expertise. Unless it's a top-tier hacker," Anderson said
with a serious expression. "This was something Uncle Darrin and I set up previously. The school
wouldn't change our settings."
Aaron nodded. "Don't worry, Mr. Warner is on his way and will be here soon."
Not long after, Luther arrived with a group of people at the Dewey Noble Kindergarten. Most of the
people inside the school had already left, leaving only the security guards at the gate.
Seeing Luther, the security guard, who was already familiar with him, hurriedly approached and asked
respectfully, "Mr. Warner, may I ask what's happening? Thank you for coming in person. I distinctly saw
the young master leave, being picked up by your family's bodyguard."
Luther nodded. "Yes. Are there any other unusual occurrences at the school? Has anyone broken in?"
Several security guards glanced at each other and shook their heads. "No, we've added a lot of
surveillance. We've been keeping an eye on the cameras all along, and there have been no changes."
At this moment, Luther remembered Anderson's earlier statement that the other party might have
created an illusion, so it was very likely that the surveillance cameras were still showing what had
happened before, rather than any recent changes.
Out of caution, he said to the security guard, "I will take a team in to investigate. Let's keep this matter
quiet for now."
The security guard had initially intended to request permission from higher-ups but thought better of it.
Mrs. Warner was the daughter of a military leader, and even with permission, the official position would
not surpass that of a military leader. So, the guards quickly said, "We'll go in with you."
"Good," Luther said, then his gaze fell on two cars waiting in front of the gate not far away. "Whose cars
are those?" he asked.
"Oh, one of them belongs to the Saunders family, and the other belongs to the Bryant family. They were
planning to pick up their children a little later today, but the Bryant family's driver only just arrived. The
Saunders family's car has been waiting for a while," the security guard replied.
Luther's expression immediately changed. "What did you say? There are children inside?"
"Yes, the Bryant family's children often stay at the school and return home later than usual; it's quite
common. There's nothing unusual," the security guard said, puzzled.
"Terrible!" Luther said no more and hurried into the school.
The campus was large, heavily guarded, especially in the rear area, all covered by an electric fence
and surveillance. Theoretically, it was very safe.
Luther, accompanied by about a dozen people and a few security guards, rushed into the teaching
building where Anderson was located.
Everything here looked normal. The corridor lights were on, and emergency lights were flashing where
there was no regular lighting.
Leading the way, the security guard said, "The classroom is here."
Luther hurried forward and kicked the door open. "There's no one inside."
"Perhaps they're somewhere else," the security guard replied while dialing Mr. Middleton's number.
"Hello, Mr. Middleton, Kiki stayed at the school late today. Which classroom is she in?"
Mr. Middleton's voice on the phone sounded a bit tense. "The art studio. Whenever Kiki stays late,
she's always in the art studio painting. She has some work to submit for a competition. What's wrong?
Has something happened? I remember specifically telling the gatekeeper that he should only allow her
to leave when the Bryant family's car arrives."
"Oh, it's nothing. The Bryant family's car has arrived; we're currently looking for Kiki," the security guard
said after hanging up the phone.
Mr. Middleton seemed relieved. "That's good. She wouldn't be lost inside the school. Look for her, she
must be in the art studio, or maybe in the music room."
After hanging up, the security guard, with Luther, headed towards the art studio.
Luther carefully observed the surroundings but found nothing unusual or any other traces.
When they arrived at the art studio, everything seemednormal. The lights were on, and there were
easels inside.
Luther walked up to an easel and touched the paint on the canvas. "The paint is still wet, and there's a
paintbrush on the floor. It's clear that someone was taken away recently."
Trembling, the security guard asked, "Why do you say 'taken away'? Couldn't they have gone
somewhere else?"
He quickly instructed another security guard, "Quick, check the restroom. Look through all the nearby
restrooms."
"No need to look; they've definitely been taken away," Luther concluded. "Their belongings are all here,
indicating that Westbrook and Kiki were both in the art studio. Now they've both been taken."
"Taken?!" the security guard exclaimed, shocked. "But the alarm system didn't react at all. The video
surveillance didn't show anything unusual, and we didn't hear any cries for help. No one left through the
front door, and the back door is impassable. Could they have vanished through the ground?"
Luther sneered, "You're right. Some people do have the ability to vanish. Your surveillance system has
been compromised. Of course, you wouldn't see anything. Look closely at the ground over there; NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
there's a partial adult footprint. The intruder must have cleaned up the traces, but accidentally got paint
on their shoes, leaving this partial mark. Judging by the position of the chair, it's clear that there was a
struggle. As for how they left, even a fool wouldn't go through the front door."
The security guard was shocked and trembling. They had been vigilant day and night, yet still could not
prevent this.
"Mr. Warner, what should we do now?" he asked.
Losing their jobs was a minor concern; the children in the school all had backgrounds, either wealthy or
influential. Any incident involving any of them could be a matter of life and death.
Luther did not reply. Instead, he immediately called Joyce.
"I'm at the school, and Athena has taken action. None of us expected her target to be Kiki."
"What! Kiki has been taken?" Joyce exclaimed in surprise. "It seems Reuben doesn't know yet; let's not
tell him for now."
"Yes. What's worse is that Westbrook has also been taken. I don't think he was the original target. He
just happened to stay at the school today to paint with Kiki and left late. Now he's been taken too,"
Luther's voice was very calm. "If it was just Kiki being taken, the Saunders family wouldn't need to be
involved. We can discuss with Reuben and see if Rohomes can get involved in the game. But now the
problem is more complex; I'm afraid Vicki won't sit idly by. Luckily, Anderson is currently safe."
"I understand. The truth will come out sooner or later. I'll call Vicki now. You bring Anderson back first,
and we'll discuss when we meet," Joyce sighed. "What's meant to happen will happen."