My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Even when his most beloved daughter served him soup, Elliot simply took it and put it aside, showing no appetite.

Chris knew little about Bulwer, and her surprise was accompanied by a look of confusion.

"Is that commander closely related to our family?"

“No, it’s not us who are closely related to him, but…” Elliott shook his head before he could finish his sentence.

"This matter is basically confirmed. There are multiple eyewitnesses at the scene. Bulwer broke into a private residence and went on a rampage, forcibly killing innocent civilians."

"The victims were a family of three: a father and daughter. However, their identities were somewhat special; they were cousins ​​of Earl Chapman."

Upon hearing this connection, Wayne's gaze sharpened.

Bulwerk also had another identity: he was the head of the Chapman investigation team!

"Chapman lost his father at a young age and was even fostered by his cousins ​​for a time, but he later successfully inherited the title of Earl, and that less-than-glorious experience was thus concealed."

Elliott sighed, "Although he was raised in a way... that cousin's family had long since fallen on hard times, and Chapman probably didn't consider it a pleasant experience back then, so the two sides had almost no contact afterward."

"As for why Bulwer killed that family, the details are still unclear."

He guessed, "Perhaps it's because some secret has been uncovered?"

But he immediately denied the possibility.

"No, no... Doing so would only make it impossible for Bulwer to explain himself."

After learning about these circumstances, Wayne also found it somewhat puzzling.

Logically, Bulwer should stand on His Majesty the King's side.

If his previous assumptions were correct, the King must have specifically assigned Bulwer to this matter to protect Chapman. After all, there was irrefutable evidence that Bulwer had accepted bribes from Chapman, and in a sense, he was one of Chapman's protectors.

But things clearly didn't go as planned.

Did I guess wrong?

But if Bulwer really intended to investigate this matter thoroughly, and that family was the key clue he had found, then there's no way he should have killed the witness directly...

Even killing Chapman himself would likely be far better than the current situation.

On the other hand, the king's reaction was also quite intriguing.

Was Bulwer imprisoned and kept from the outside world to protect him?

Or is it because he disobeyed his orders, so he needs to be punished immediately?

Wayne didn't think Bulwer was the type to act rashly on impulse, so he couldn't understand why Bulwer would go to such lengths to do something like this.

Elliott couldn't figure it out either, so he just sighed in frustration.

"In short, there are also obvious unreasonable aspects to this matter," he said.

"--Irrationality means being manipulated."

Upon hearing this, Wayne paused slightly.

"The situation has become more complicated, and our family needs to be prepared." It's clear that the latter part was what he really wanted to tell us this morning.

“Wayne, Chris, you two need to stop causing trouble at the academy these days. Go home as soon as possible after school to avoid any accidents,” Elliott said, frowning. “Starting today, I will send Butler Hall and others to pick you up and drop you off.”

"I know, I know."

Chris pouted, clearly unhappy.

They called out two people's names at the beginning, but they kept staring at me while saying those things. It was as if they were just missing the point of naming names.

Although I understand that my dad is thinking about my safety, I'm still a little annoyed by his distrustful attitude.

Furthermore, what does it mean to cause trouble everywhere? I haven't caused any trouble...

Wayne, ever the opportunist, chimed in, "I'll protect Chris just as well."

Eliot nodded.

"It's also important to protect yourself."

……

at the same time.

Royal Palace of Lornes.

George II had already lost his temper, but he still felt as if a fire was burning inside him.

It made him restless and unable to sit or lie down comfortably.

Having barely slept all night, he paced back and forth in the palace, but the magnificent furnishings around him only fueled his agitation.

They chose all of these things according to their own wishes, but why are they all useless pieces of trash?

The longer I stay in this place, the more I feel the urge to smash all this junk.

No... I can't let those good-for-nothings cloud my judgment and wisdom...

As king, he had to maintain supreme dignity and composure.

After closing his eyes and adjusting for a while, George II stepped outside.

Chapter 438 Wayne Wayne, something big has happened!

He had originally planned to change his mood by staying in a different place.

On this land, he at least still has one confidant who can truly understand his difficulties.

Whenever he felt unhappy, he would go to that villa to sit for a while.

Being in her presence makes me feel much better, even if I don't say anything.

Because the relationship between the two is not that of a king and his subject, but rather the simplest and purest one—that of a man and a woman.

She... is different from those animals who only have power and profit in their eyes.

However, George II had just come out of his palace and had not even had time to walk down the steps when he was stopped.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the king's face immediately darkened.

If this guy weren't his biological son, he would definitely give him a good beating.

But that's exactly what he is.

Moreover, he is the first heir to this kingdom.

"What is it?" His tone was cold, unlike that of an ordinary father.

Of course, he doesn't need to look like one, because he is the king.

“Father.” Richard bowed respectfully.

"I heard that the city guard commander, Bulwer, was relieved of his post and temporarily imprisoned for killing innocent civilians..."

George II was furious as soon as he heard him utter those few words.

"Stop your unnecessary curiosity! Do you expect me to dictate how I'll proceed?!"

Richard was almost scolded by his father to his face, but his expression didn't change at all, as if he was already used to it.

He paused briefly, then continued speaking.

"Because things happened so suddenly, you did not specify who would take over Lord Bulwer's work."

"However, the city guard cannot remain without a leader indefinitely, so I humbly request that you appoint a new acting commander to handle some of the more urgent matters..."

George II then realized that his eldest son was not as dissatisfied with his previous orders as he had suspected.

Overall, his proposal was indeed very necessary.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "So, who do you think would be a good successor?"

“I don’t know much about the city guard’s internal affairs, so I’m afraid I can’t recommend the best candidate,” Richard replied without hesitation.

After staring at him for a long time, the king slowly said, "Then... let Simon, the envoy from Stuart, temporarily take over his affairs."

"I will have the deputy commanders of the city guard take care of him. Once the situation in Bulwer is cleared up, we will decide on his formal appointment based on his performance during this period."

“He is a talented person from your mother’s side, and can be considered an asset to you.”

Richard did not show any joy at this; he simply accepted it calmly.

Having resolved the issue, the king had no further desire to discuss it with him and turned to board the palanquin that had been waiting at a distance.

Richard stood silently for a long, long time, watching the king's figure disappear into the distance.

He had only intended to comfort his father and tell him not to be angry about these things...

After a long while, only a distant sigh remained before the cold palace steps.

……

Prince Richard did not come to school today.

Many people have probably heard rumors from various sources, and even the usually peaceful school seems to have become quite tense.

As soon as get out of class ended, Gavin dragged Wayne to the garden balcony next to the classroom.

"Vienne, Vienne, something terrible has happened!" he said anxiously.

“I already know, Lord Bulwer has been imprisoned.” Wayne sat down on a wooden chair nearby, looking somewhat tired.

The sunlight shone lazily on my skin, making me feel sleepy.

"Not only that!"

Gavin glanced back to make sure no one was around before whispering to Wayne, "My new brother was there when Bulwer committed the murder!"

When Wayne first heard this title, he was puzzled for two seconds.

"Younger brother? What newly adopted younger brother?"

“Tsk…it’s my brother-in-law, Deaf!” Gavin sat down next to Wayne, a little annoyed.

"Somehow he somehow got involved with Bulwer and was taken in by Bulwer. But then, unfortunately, Bulwer ran into trouble at this crucial moment, and he was taken away as a witness and hasn't been released yet."

As he spoke, Gavin sighed repeatedly.

“This matter seems to have blown up a lot. I can’t find out any inside information. My girlfriend was so anxious after receiving the news that she burst into tears.”

Wayne frowned.

It hasn't been that long since I last met with Dif, has it?

At that time, it seemed that he had encountered something and was beaten so badly that his face was unrecognizable... How did he suddenly become a high-ranking member of the city guard?

"--Irrationality means being manipulated."

He muttered to himself unconsciously.

"Huh? What?" Gavin looked puzzled.

"It's nothing," Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I receive any news, I will let you know later, but I can't guarantee anything."

"It's alright, it's alright." Gavin cheered up and thanked him profusely. "I knew you'd help me, my good brother."

But before he could even express his gratitude, he couldn't help but complain again: "This is really tough for me... I can't let my dad know about this relationship, or he'll definitely break my legs."

"If you really have any sense of propriety, you'd better not mess around anymore," Wayne advised. "Generally speaking, scumbags don't end up well."

This isn't just something I'm saying to him, it's something I'm saying to myself.

Gavin, however, didn't listen at all and joked, "Bro, you're wrong about that. I'm not a jerk! I just fell in love too fast!"

"Go, go, go."

Wayne was practically ready to add, "It's like a tornado!"

"Call me again when class starts. I'm too tired and need to rest for a while," he instructed.

Gavin immediately revealed a knowing smile.

"Wow—I never expected this! You'd better take it easy."

"go away."

He snapped back, annoyed, and quickly rolled over to take a nap.