The mastermind behind the scenes, could it be Charlotte Ramey?

Dirk Carter thought at this moment.

Then shook his head vigorously.

No, it doesn't make sense, it absolutely doesn't make sense.

He's known Charlotte Ramey for quite some time, she doesn't seem like such a ruthless person.

Besides, could a deputy mayor who isn't a member of the standing committee mobilize all the resources of Kenton County?

Yorke Payne's suicide, Tyson Ross's dismissal to avoid disaster, and Daniela Morgan's transfer, none of these seem like Charlotte Ramey's doing. If she were the mastermind, why would the county leaders obey her commands?

Could it be they took her money?

This reason doesn't hold up.

It's reasonable that Charlotte could bribe a few people.

But bribing a whole group of people carries too much risk, and also, not everyone dares to accept such money.

Suddenly.

Dirk Carter shivered.

Charlotte Ramey indeed lacks the ability, but the person behind her does. Charlotte once said that the person she had a child with is now a big shot, so in favor of that big shot, it's possible for the knowledgeable leaders of Kenton County to cover up for her.

These are all his own speculations.

Not evidence.

Dirk took a deep breath and asked, "Director Sadler, do you know deputy director Tyson Ross from The County Committee office?"

"Old Zhou, of course I do. He used to be the deputy director of our education bureau, later transferred to the County Committee office, but he's been in that position for many years with no progress,"

Russell Sadler said.

Boom!

It was like a bolt from the blue to him.

This time, Dirk stood truly stunned.

Charlotte Ramey's suspicion was getting stronger and stronger.

But suspicion is still just suspicion, and Dirk still couldn't believe it.

He tapped his head with his hand, reminding himself that these were all his wild guesses. Charlotte Ramey couldn't possibly be that terrifying mastermind.

"Dirk..."

Russell Sadler was about to ask Dirk what was wrong.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The office door was pushed open.

Yves Quill walked in anxiously, saying, "Director Carter, there's someone causing trouble at the entrance."

"Causing trouble? What's going on?"

Dirk asked.

Yves said, "A parent from Seventh Elementary says their child was beaten by another parent, and the school hasn't handled or responded to it yet. They're here to seek justice."

"Seventh Elementary? Isn't that the school where you used to work?"

Dirk asked.

Yves nodded, saying, "Yes, that student was also my former student."

Dirk slightly nodded, saying, "Invite them in."

"Alright."

Yves nodded in response.

Then quickly turned and left.

Ten minutes later.

In the reception room of the education bureau.

A man and a woman, with a child around ten years old.

The man and woman looked to be in their thirties, dressed very ordinarily, likely workers in a factory.

And the child's head was wrapped in thick bandages, with a scar on the face that had already scabbed over.

Dirk inquired a little.

The child's mother, crying, revealed the truth.

The child attended Seventh Elementary, grade three (6), and was usually a very well-behaved child.

That evening after school.

The children were lining up to leave the school gate.

A child walking in front accidentally fell, causing their nose to bleed.

Seeing this, the fallen child's parent immediately rushed over and kicked their child, sending the child flying, and the head hit the flowerbed, bleeding on the spot.

Later, he was taken to the hospital and received six stitches.

Dirk frowned and asked, "Their child fell, why did they hit your child?"

The child's father said, "They falsely accused our child of pushing theirs. Later, when the child was injured, we went to the school, asking for the CCTV footage from the school gate, but the school said the CCTV was broken and didn't record anything. Moreover, the school said, it was our child's fault first, and the other child was also injured, so both sides should call it even."

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

Dirk asked.

The child's mother, still crying, said, "We did call the police at that time. But when the police came, they advised us to reconcile and didn't even file a case."

"Why?"

Dirk asked, somewhat confused.

At this point, Yves, beside him, said, "Director Carter, could you please step outside with me for a moment?"

Knowing Yves had something to say.

Dirk stood up, and the two went out of the reception room.

Finding a quiet corner.

Yves said, "Director Carter, I know the father of the child who hit. He's usually very arrogant. If his child bullies others, he doesn't say anything, but if his child gets bullied, he'll make a fuss at the school. This kind of thing has happened many times before."

This gave Dirk some clue, and he asked, "What's that parent's identity?"

Yves said, "His name is Harding Vance, owner of The Golden Tongue Seafood House, and he's also a member of the political consultative conference."

Upon hearing this.

Dirk understood why this parent was so arrogant.

The Golden Tongue Seafood Restaurant is the largest seafood dining establishment in Kenton County, with three branches, each quite sizable, representing wealth.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn millstones.

The victims clearly had neither money nor power; whether it was the school or the police station, one didn't have to think hard about which side the scales would tip.

Returning to the reception room.

Dirk walked up to the child, squatted down, and asked, "Little friend, tell uncle, did you push anyone?"

The child seemed very afraid, hiding behind his father, yet he still shook his head.

Dirk nodded.

He chose to believe the child.

Stood up.

Took a deep breath and asked, "What are your demands?"

The couple exchanged a glance.

The woman timidly said, "The child's treatment has already cost a lot. We don't want any nutrition expenses, just cover the medical expenses, and that's enough for us."

Dirk nodded.

Saying, "From the looks of the child, he seems to be traumatized and having stress reactions; the treatment costs must be compensated. The mental distress fee, nutrition fee, and your lost wages cannot be shortchanged, and the school and perpetrator must apologize to him in person. Most importantly, the person who hit the child must be punished!"

Upon hearing this.

The couple panicked.

The man immediately waved his hands, saying, "Director Carter, we only want the treatment cost, nothing more. If we pursue this further, they're sure to retaliate against us, and by then, who knows if our child can continue attending school. We both work in a factory and don't have the capability to send our child to another school."

Hearing these words.

Dirk felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

The perpetrators roam free, fearing nothing.

In contrast, the victims at the bottom of society, even when bullied, don't dare to have too many demands. What is this? A reversal of what's right, black and white swapped?

He patted the man's shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, I'll handle this."

Then he crouched down again.

Asking the child, "Little friend, hungry? Uncle will take you for some delicious food."

The child didn't dare to speak.

Looked towards the parents.

The couple initially wanted to refuse.

But Dirk took the initiative to hold the child's hand, telling Yves, "Yves, book a private room at The Golden Tongue, remember, book at the main store, and don't reveal my identity. From now on, I am the child's uncle."

He finished speaking.

He smiled, asking the child, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"Gabe Carter."

The child said in a very small voice.

Dirk was taken aback, saying, "What a coincidence, uncle is also named Carter, my name is Dirk Carter, you're Gabe Carter, so together, our names make up 'Reckless.' Alright, alright, uncle will take you to be reckless today."

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