Chapter 100: The Leopard’s Quiet Hunt
Across the city, in the La Riviere company headquarters, Clyde Du Pont sat alone in his spacious office, elbows resting on the edge of his desk, one hand turning the pages of a thick report slowly.
His eyes moved sharply across the printed lines, pondering seriously.
The first part of the report was compiled from accounts collected from teachers, classmates, and so-called friends. Clyde’s lip twitched in faint amusement as he read the descriptions: arrogant, sharp-tongued, and a waste of potential.
Clyde flipped the page with a flick of his fingers, dismissing it entirely. He had seen the young man just once and knew none of that was relevant to him. Most people revealed their true selves not in comfort or pride, but in pain. When the mask slipped under pressure. Clyde, of all people, knew that too well.
Moving on, he studied the section regarding the boy’s academic qualifications. This was the second point.
Like what he had guessed, the boy had gotten into his major by his own talent, with no family interference or backdoor deals. He skimmed through the cloth designs he had submitted for university acceptance, but none caught his eye as familiar.
So far, nothing connected him to his assumptions.
The third item in the report caught his attention. It was about the weekend of the mysterious bidding event. The boy was said to be on holiday during that time. But there was a glaring problem.
"No travel records..." Clyde murmured.
There was no name of him leaving Isatic City through public transport, no flight, no train, and no bus ticket.
Clyde narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.