The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 114: Leave no trace

Chapter 114: Leave no trace

"What?! Mrs. Daniel is no longer in her previous hotel? Couldn’t locate her?!"

Mr. Smith’s anger, seething throughout the day, exploded like a volcano, each strand of his hair filled with frenzy and rage.

"Why couldn’t anyone locate her, she’s just a babysitter, how hard could it be?

Didn’t we log all her contact details when she first started working?

What about her phone number, emergency contacts? Place of residence? Are you all just eating for free?"

The people below him were frightened to silence by his shouting.

Most of the time, Mr. Smith could be considered a reasonable and generous employer to those under him, with the salary quite high as well.

However, the current situation has grown out of hand.

If they can’t locate Mrs. Daniel, Mr. Smith’s reputation will be ruined.

Infidelity certainly isn’t uncommon in these circles, but no instance has ever caused this horrific impact — especially having an affair with his elderly nanny, bringing up their illegitimate daughter for eighteen years under his roof.

Hence, it’s understandable why Mr. Smith is in such a fit of rage that his blood pressure is skyrocketing.

"The address she’s registered in is a remote small mountain village, near San Francisco, and we’ve already dispatched more personnel to search.

As for her phone, it now shows no signal.

I fear that she might have discarded her sim card and run away."

"No signal? Let me try!" After several beeps, he was indeed greeted by the sound of an automated unobtainable voice message.

Mr. Smith smashed the phone out of frustration, it malfunctioned on the other wall, and crashed onto the floor.

Everyone in the room involuntarily flinched.

"She ran away."

Mr. Smith, like a cornered beast, gnashed his teeth as he repeated the phrase.

"She did a good job escaping."

Each repetition made the blood of the Smith family present at the scene boil over, the anger spreading through everyone’s minds.

If Mrs. Daniel is innocent, if this whole affair is merely a misunderstanding, conjured up by an enemy of the Smith family looking for a way to frame someone, why is Mrs. Daniel on the run?

If she truly is running, that would imply the truth being told on the Bianca’s school forum posts are close to the mark.

Mr. Smith flew into a rage, "Then keep looking!" Oliver also dealt a final ultimatum to the security company,

"She must be found within three days."

Otherwise, in three days, the situation may have fermented to an irrevocable point, and everyone would be left with the impression of his father making a mess of things.

It’s a case of rumours spreading faster than the truth.

Once the security company employees had left, Mr. Smith was still anxious.

Seeing his father on the verge of a hypertensive episode that could land him in the hospital, Oliver hurriedly brought him a glass of water, "

Why don’t you take a rest first? I’ll handle the rest." "How can I possibly rest?"

Mr. Smith rubbed his brow, feeling darkness closing in, "Nothing’s been going right lately, you’ve lost a couple of projects big and small, and things are in chaos here on my end!

The shareholders have been blowing up my phone with calls, and I still have a meeting to attend tonight."

At this point, a chill ran down his spine. He couldn’t help but glance at Bianca, who had been standing silently, pale-faced, in one corner since she entered the room.

Although he didn’t want to suspect her, he was nearly driven mad by the recent happenings.

He averted his gaze and murmured to Oliver, "Mrs. Daniel is just a nanny who has spent over a decade at our house, buying groceries and cleaning the place.

She has an old 2G phone from years ago and hardly knows how to use the internet. Did someone tip her off? Otherwise, how would she know about this huge issue and manage to escape right on time?"

Despite speaking softly, Mr. Smith’s voice was filled with power that allowed Bianca to overhear.

It must be said that after taking over the family business, Mr. Smith had shown a knack for making profits roll in like a snowball, showing a sharp instinct.

Bianca wiped away her tears, remained silent, knowing that if she spoke up now, things would be over.

Seeing Bianca seated on the sofa, her mother couldn’t bear to see her weeping so heavily.

Bianca was raised by her after all. She said to Mr. Smith, "Enough, stop suspecting people.

Who in this house could possibly tip off Mrs. Daniel? Besides, whether Mrs. Daniel is truly Bianca’s biological mother and is still up in the air.

What if this is all made up, a backlash from someone you’ve wronged in the business world? Perhaps distorting your reputation and buying time to move Mrs. Daniel could be their intention."

Mr. Smith had no mood to deal with Mrs. Smith.

He waved his hand impatiently and said, "You and Bianca, both of you, go upstairs."

After he said that, he turned his gaze to Bianca,

"You should stay at home and self-study for a few days."

Tears welled up in Bianca’s eyes as she nodded and stood up from the sofa.

Her figure was frail, like a willow bending with the wind.

Mr. Smith and Oliver watched her ascend the stairs.

Both noticed her noticeable weight loss recently, but neither of them had the energy to show concern. ...

Once back in her room, Bianca closed the door, leaning against it with her thoughts in turmoil.

Things had taken an unpredictable turn since she came back from intensive training.

Before the training, her family was merely distant due to Maureen’s runaway and their firsthand experience of Noella’s malice towards her.

She thought she could turn things around.

But, she never expected shocking news to break out right after she came back from training.

As for her father’s business rival, which was the excuse provided, Bianca didn’t believe in it at all.

The posts on the forum were clearly targeted at her.

And they knew exactly where to hit her where it hurts—the idea of letting Smith’s family know she was Mrs. Daniel’s daughter would make a bigger impact than revealing to the whole school that she was a fake rich girl.

Bianca truly couldn’t think of anyone else capable of such lowly acts other than Maureen and Liam.

And above all, there was an even major question: Was she indeed related by blood to Mrs. Daniel? Bianca was terrified, her blood chilling in her veins.

She anchored herself to the ground, hugging her shoulders for a moment.

She clenched her teeth, reaching for her phone to text Mrs. Daniel, urging her to get as far away as possible.

But as soon as she took out her phone, an alarming thought crossed her mind: she couldn’t text anymore.

The security company had mentioned that Mrs. Daniel’s phone was unreachable.

Any additional texts might expose her.

With this thought, Bianca hurriedly deleted all her text conversations, then blocked and deleted Mrs. Daniel’s number.

Yet this still didn’t feel sufficient, so with a trembling hand, she reset her phone to factory settings, leaving no trace behind.