Chapter 1495


    “From now on, you’ll answer my questions honestly. Understand?”


    Drake immediately agreed. He didn’t want to die in an unfamiliar ce, even if his life had little value.


    Bianca raised her chin, her eyes revealing a cold gleam. “Tell me, who is Krystal Harding?”


    “She’s a human trafficker,” he admitted, unable to lie.


    Bianca frowned. “Who was the woman you mentioned earlier?”


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    “That’s her daughter, Lena Harding.”


    “Lena Harding…” Bianca’s mind raced. “Is she the one who brought the mountain kids to study in


    Centrolis?”


    “Yes, that’s her.” He nodded vigorously. “Krystal used to do business in our town, so she sent her only


    daughter to me. She paid me regrly.”


    “So, Lena is your adopted daughter?”


    “Yes.” His voice grew hoarse. “But she… She ran away.”


    “Why did she run away?”


    He bit his lip and remained silent.


    Bianca had a hunch. She had witnessed him brutally beating his biological son that night. What had he


    done to his adopted daughter if he treated his flesh and blood so harshly?


    However, she had uncovered the secret she had been eager to know. Lena was the daughter of a


    human trafficker.


    She grinned, her face revealing her cunning.


    She leaned in and fixed her gaze on him, her voice dripping with malice. “Mr. Dickinson, thank you for


    sharing this with me. You mentioned that you’d assist me with anything I require, correct?”


    He looked up shakily and nodded vigorously.


    “I may need your assistance in the future.” She signaled her bodyguards to escort him out. “Find him


    suitable amodation, the best you can!”


    –


    It was three months before the final campaign. Harold was confident of victory but remained vignt


    until the results were dered. He worked diligently every day, carefully monitoring the school.


    After all, the school project was his brainchild, and the mountain kids’ involvement had contributed to


    his campaign’s sess.


    Lena also visited the school to check on the kids’ progress. As she walked through the halls, she heard


    lively reading sessions in one ssroom and peals ofughter in an art studio.


    Approaching the studio, she saw Toph and Arya teaching art. They were covered in paint, but their


    infectiousughter filled the room.


    She smiled, pleased with the decision to hire them as art instructors. Their vibrant energy brought


    warmth to everyone.


    “Hey, look who’s here—the perfect couple!” A voice suddenly called out from behind.


    She turned to see Elijah giggling. He peered into the studio and said, “Is Toph a me? Because Arya


    seems to have found her match.”


    “What did you just say?”


    “Oh, nothing.” Elijah chuckled. “I meant they’re a ‘mermaid’ couple, perfect for each other.”


    Lena didn’t know whether tough or sigh as she quickly ushered Elijah out of the building.