You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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, | could monitor the school's security system at any tusing my microcomputer

and see their surveillance videos. But now | 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 | 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 | ask what's happening? Thank you for coming in person. | 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 hlater 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 swork to submit for a competition. What's wrong? Has something happened? | 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. Speople 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; 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."

been vigilant day and night, yet still could not prevent this.

school all had backgrounds, either wealthy or influential. Any incident

us expected her target to be Kiki."

. "It seems Reuben doesn't know yet; let's not tell him for now."

In. | don't think he was the original target. He just happened to stay at the

n taken too," Luther's voice was very calm. "If it was just Kiki being taken,

n discuss with Reuben and see if Rohomes can get involved in the game.

on't sit idly by. Luckily, Anderson is currently safe."

call Vicki now. You bring Anderson back first, and we'll discuss when we

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