My older sister is a villainous rich girl

But these days it's easy to be a bad person, but hard to be a good one.

That empty fame is of no benefit whatsoever to the entire family.

On the other hand, without clearly defining the identities of these children, it is impossible for them to enter the classroom to learn.

Now, as an orphan in a welfare home, at least in terms of literacy and general knowledge, there are no problems.

Occasionally, when he has time, Wayne will secretly visit them, bringing them some food or pocket money to improve their lives.

By the way, let's create a little surprise for that dean.

Despite the fact that the headmaster seemed to be suffering from some kind of neurasthenia, the children fostered there were doing quite well, thanks to his unannounced and unpredictable style of raiding them from time to time.

In fact, the director of the welfare home only embezzled money a few times, and there were no such horrific acts of abuse.

But perhaps it was precisely because he valued this secret so much that he broke down completely when others found out the evidence.

During this visit to the orphanage, Wayne even saw him in the bathroom, grabbing handfuls of his fallen hair in front of the mirror, his mental state extremely poor.

With a sigh to himself, Wayne secretly hid the food and money in the closet in his room.

Unlike the last time it was opened, when it was filled with personal belongings, this cabinet, which was originally packed full, has now been emptied.

Shaking his head, Wayne banged on the table a few times, then jumped out of the window.

Upon hearing the noise inside the room, the dean suddenly shuddered.

Then he realized something, and sneaked back to the bedroom, opening the cabinet that had been rummaged through last time.

Sure enough, a large bag of snacks and money had already been placed there.

His smile turned into a more painful-looking grimace in an instant.

"Thank you... thank you, hero. I will distribute the spoils to them properly," he said tremblingly to the empty room.

no respond.

But he dared not stay in the room any longer, and quickly grabbed the food and fled as if escaping.

……

Back home, it was another peaceful and cozy night.

Perhaps because she suddenly realized she needed to give him some freedom, even though Wayne made it clear he didn't need it, Chris no longer asks him where he goes.

The price to pay was that Chris became much busier because she shifted her attention to other things.

"Vien Vien!"

The next day, Chris rushed to him and shoved several invitations into his hands. "Can you do me a favor?"

Wayne glanced at the things in his arms.

“…Speak.”

This setup leaves no room for refusal whatsoever.

"Hehe..." Chris chuckled awkwardly, probably sensing Wayne's speechless expression. "Well, the publishing house starts soliciting submissions for their art magazine after finals, right?"

"Ah."

"Therefore, I would like to invite a few heavyweights to serve as judges, otherwise this honor will inevitably seem less credible."

Upon hearing her explanation, Wayne seemed thoughtful.

"Does that mean I need to run errands to deliver the invitations?"

“Yes, yes.” Chris blinked, looking completely innocent.

Wayne retorted irritably, "While I'm not against it, is it really alright for the organizer not to show up?"

“I’m not the organizer, I’m a contestant!” Chris declared emphatically.

"Oh well, I already told you beforehand that this is just a formality on behalf of the publishing house, and Modric will go with you."

Chris further explained, "After all, they are prominent figures in the capital's art scene, so we should at least show them some respect and demonstrate our regard for them."

"Alright, alright." Wayne accepted the invitation. "I'll arrange for Modric to finish it within this week."

It's just running errands, isn't it?

In this field, I consider myself a master.

Seeing that he readily agreed, Chris said with great satisfaction, "Good job, very proactive!"

Wayne glanced at her sideways.

"Yes, I'm a model employee."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly changed the subject: "So, boss, are you going to give me a raise or not?"

Upon hearing this, Chris pretended to ponder for a moment.

"Well, let's focus on doing a good job first. I've seen everything you've done. If you work for another seventy or eighty years, I'll make you my partner! We'll all make money together!"

Goodness, you've mastered the art of capitalists making empty promises.

Wayne was speechless and couldn't help but warn, "Before you think about getting rich, you should think about the final exams that are about to start! If you fail, you'll be in big trouble when you get back."

Although noble families generally don't place much importance on academic performance, given that the school's assessment system is biased towards students from wealthy families, failing a test can be extremely embarrassing in one's social circle.

It's one thing that her father, Duke Elliott, has always doted on his daughter, but her mother, Lady Ashville, is probably going to give Chris a good scolding.

Chris immediately covered her private parts in a fit of rage and embarrassment.

"What rude things are you saying in front of a lady!"

She struggled to salvage her crumbling image, seemingly determined to maintain her haughty noblewoman persona to the very end.

Wayne readily bowed and apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry, my words were too presumptuous."

"I am confident that you will be able to achieve satisfactory results in this exam based on your own abilities."

Chris wanted to laugh but couldn't, her expression extremely awkward.

Chapter 474 The Rebel Triad Leaders' Plot

In the end, Chris managed to maintain the last shred of dignity she had as the boss, nodding as if she didn't care.

"Although your apology sounds completely insincere, I, who am always magnanimous, will mercifully forgive you this time."

With her arms crossed, Chris turned and left with her head held high.

After watching her leave, Wayne lowered his gaze and casually glanced at the names on the invitations in his hand.

When he saw one of the special individuals, he suddenly paused.

"Mrs. Cherry?"

……

Inside a private room at a pub.

After several disguises, Bulwer finally managed to meet with Norman Laird and Mrs. Cherry.

After carefully confirming that there were no tails following him, Bulwer closed the door to the private room, then lowered his hood and let out a long sigh.

The other two people in the private room looked like they had been waiting for quite some time.

“Although ‘that person’ let all the accusations against me off lightly, he still hasn’t let his guard down. For the past few months, there have been people monitoring my movements outside my residence.” Bulwer couldn’t help but complain as he sat down in the empty seat he had reserved for him.

It can be said that the three people in the private room at this moment are the highest-ranking figures planted by the rebels in the capital.

If they are unlucky enough to be wiped out in one fell swoop, it could even cause the entire rebel camp to fall apart in an instant.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? That's just the kind of person he is," Mrs. Cherry said with a coquettish smile, covering her mouth.

Although everyone knew who the words referred to, they tacitly avoided mentioning any information that might reveal their identities.

Norman curled his lip in disapproval.

If she wanted to sneak into the Bulwer house, it would have been incredibly easy for her. But Mrs. Cherry couldn't do it.

Therefore, if the three people want to meet, they have no choice but to choose the riskier option.

"So, what's the reason that everyone has to meet?" he asked Bulwer.

Norman was initially a little annoyed.

After the last conversation, I offered to pass on the proposed plan to Mrs. Cherry, which would have avoided many risks, but Bulwer refused.

Upon hearing his question, Bulwer answered frankly, "Of course, I want to integrate the clues held by the three parties in order to come up with a better plan."

Then, Bulwer looked at Mrs. Cherry.

"This matter desperately needs your help, Madam," he said, making his request in a very humble manner.

Madame Cherry glanced at the two of them, squinted, and said, "Oh dear, I am but a frail woman, and I may not be of any help to you."

I don't know if she was being modest or if she genuinely believed it.

Bulwer's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Based on what I've gathered, that... new envoy is definitely plotting some major conspiracy in secret."

As the conversation deepened, the ambiguity surrounding the identities of key figures gradually faded away.

“This matter… will inevitably require the involvement of the city guards, so it is highly likely to be a malicious operation involving the safety of high-ranking individuals.” He lowered his voice.

The other two had basically guessed the first sentence, but the latter was less reassuring.

"Sure?"

Mrs. Cherry's expression turned serious.

She actually knew very little about what Bulwer had recently encountered; most of what she knew was just gossip she occasionally overheard.

It was only because Lady Ekos relayed a message to Bulwer that she figured out where to start and managed to appease the rebellious forces lurking in the capital.

Because of her special status, she rarely participates in projects that require her to appear in public, mainly providing support from behind the scenes.

“There’s at least a 90 percent chance,” Bulwer asserted.

"If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have bothered to try and kill me. If I didn't have considerable power at my disposal, I might have been completely defeated this time."

"Furthermore, after taking over my position, he frequently interfered in personnel arrangements, which has disrupted the work of many people."

Even though it was nominally a matter of staying at home to reflect on one's mistakes, it didn't mean that one was completely unaware of all the changes that had occurred within the city guard.

"—He simply wants to paralyze the city guards for a while so that he can act on his own." That was his judgment.

Mrs. Cherry pondered for a moment.

"So his goal is..."

"I don't know yet," Bulwer sighed.

"His Majesty's trust in him is extremely unusual. I think there must be a reason for it, but we just haven't been able to find out yet."

Based on my understanding over the years, His Majesty the King is definitely not an easy ruler to get along with.

His stubborn and suspicious nature was so deeply ingrained that it could not be erased no matter what.

Lovers, relatives, subordinates... none of them are trustworthy in his eyes.

Why would someone so easily hand over a force that could threaten their own safety to an outsider?

After thinking it over and over, I still couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

Norman suddenly spoke up: "Could it be that he offered something the king needed?"

There was a moment of silence at the table after he said that.

"Heh~ I don't think my lover has such a special hobby yet?" Mrs. Cherry said with a half-smile.

Norman immediately realized that there was ambiguity in his statement.

He explained impatiently, "I mean, he might have provided some secrets or conditions in exchange for this result."

“Possibly,” Bulwer nodded.

“He has offended more than just me; many nobles have a lot of opinions about him.” As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something else.

"Speaking of which, this Lord Simon seems to have a grudge against Duke Winchester, and he did a lot of dirty tricks recently."

Norman frowned upon hearing this: "Could his target be Elliott Winchester?"

He paused as soon as he said those words.