The Vault shook her head, put down what she was holding, and carefully walked out of the room with a smile on her face, calling out, “Brother Grant.”

Julian Grant shuddered all over.

She’s calling me Brother Grant now? That’s something.

He asked warily, “What is it?”

The Vault pulled him up and pushed him toward the study, speaking gently and respectfully: “Use your Trident privileges to help me look up someone, will you?”

Julian Grant suddenly understood, then immediately felt pained, putting on a stern face to lecture her: “So, whenever you’re being nice, it means you want something, huh? The Vault comrade, do you think this is right?”

The Vault thought to herself, Brother Grant’s understanding is just too shallow. When she’s not being nice, things only get worse.

The Vault pressed him into the chair and helpfully turned on the computer for him.

Julian Grant didn’t refuse, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to act smug. He cleared his throat and patted his own shoulder. The Vault knowingly gave him a quick massage.

Julian Grant, feeling pleased with himself, raised his eyebrows and asked, “Haven’t eaten? That’s barely a tickle.”

The Vault nodded. “I haven’t.”

Julian Grant was instantly at a loss for words.

The Vault even opened the webpage for him, inviting him to enter the admin account.

Julian Grant typed skillfully and entered the backend to search the database, only then asking, “Who do you want to look up?”

“Zachary Campbell.” The Vault kept her eyes on the screen, tracing the characters in the air with her hand. “Leonard Campbell’s son.”

“Might not be able to find much.” Julian Grant said as he hit the enter key.

The Trident database is huge, but that’s only for users who are willing to use Trident software and grant authorization. If someone is careful about their online privacy, they won’t be able to find much key information either; they’d have to rely on the police to pull files or conduct interviews.

Julian Grant set the filters, and soon a system-generated info table popped up on the screen.

“XX Technology Co., Ltd. — quite accomplished at a young age…” Julian Grant read the info, then added with emphasis, “Of course, not as rich as me.”

The Vault gave him a baffled look.

What does your wealth have to do with me? Is this really the time to show off?

Julian Grant kept scrolling.

“Not married?”

Julian Grant was surprised and went back to double-check the personal info.

“Zachary Campbell is already over fifty. He’s not divorced—he’s never been married.”

The Vault said, “Maybe he’s just not into marriage. Only dates, doesn’t marry.”

Julian Grant got serious, looking at her and saying righteously, “The Vault, let me tell you, if the other half doesn’t agree, that’s just being irresponsible and a scoundrel!”

The Vault: “……” Are you trying to teach me how to live?

The Vault beckoned, signaling him to scroll down.

Further down were various interviews related to Zachary Campbell. Julian Grant skimmed through and clicked on an article from a reputable media company.

This interview recorded Zachary Campbell’s memories from his student days and the hardships of starting his business. He had accepted the interview as an outstanding alumnus at the invitation of his alma mater.

…Actually, it wasn’t all that hard. After all, Zachary Campbell was smart, well-connected, and not short on money. In college, he gathered a group of classmates, started a company, and went straight down the road to wealth.

There wasn’t much of note in the whole interview—just the usual pleasantries.

—The person he’s most grateful to is his mother.

—The person he admires most is his father.

—His most unforgettable memory is the simple and poor days of college.

Julian Grant was about to close the page when his right hand was pressed down by The Vault. The Vault took the mouse and scrolled up, highlighting a seemingly ordinary passage.

【…When the reporter asked if his life had always been so smooth and if he’d ever met a worthy rival, Zachary Campbell paused, gave a helpless smile, and said: ‘No, actually I have a distant cousin. His grades were better than mine, and he was better at sports too. Because our elders were close, we always went to the same school. At first, he was two years younger and two grades below me. Later, because he was so smart, he skipped grades and became my classmate. We finally parted ways in college.’

【The reporter was surprised: ‘Really? But according to your resume, you won first prize in the national competition in high school.’

【Zachary Campbell shrugged: ‘So did he.’

【The reporter laughed: ‘I bet he wasn’t as popular with the opposite sex as you, right?’

【Zachary Campbell also laughed: ‘He was a bit younger, but he was the school heartthrob in our high school.’】

The reporter must have sensed something was off and quickly changed the subject.

Julian Grant read it twice, puzzled. “What’s up with this?”

The Vault shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Zachary Campbell’s distant cousin?” Julian Grant muttered. “So that person is kind of your relative too?”

The Vault replied coolly, “I suppose so.”

Julian Grant turned to ask, “Do you know him?”

The Vault pouted. “Not really. I never met him—he was gone before I could.”

Julian Grant scrolled to the end of the article, where the editor had attached a photo.

On the screen was a group photo of several award winners returning to their school. The young man in the center looked fresh and handsome; though his features weren’t as sharp as an adult’s, the outline was already there. Standing among other scruffy high schoolers, he was strikingly good-looking.

Julian Grant suddenly turned to look at The Vault again.

The Vault gave him an encouraging nod and said, “My dad.”

Julian Grant was speechless for a moment, then stammered, “Zachary Campbell was classmates with your dad?”

“Probably. I don’t know.” The Vault said. “I never really looked into their past.”

Julian Grant closed the interview and searched for other clues.

Unfortunately, Leonard Campbell was just as Julian Grant had said: someone who valued online privacy.

He didn’t like using Trident’s third-party trading platform, didn’t run personal social accounts, and wasn’t interested in games or forums.

Julian Grant couldn’t find any important public information about him online. As for things like health or assets, Trident had no authority to investigate.

The Vault thought for a while, then nudged him with her elbow. “Try looking up Kevin Quinn.”

Julian Grant hesitated. “Are you sure?”

The Vault nodded.

Julian Grant entered the search filters for Kevin Quinn.

Kevin Quinn’s situation was different—her life history was almost completely laid out in the backend. Of course, this was mainly because the police had provided Trident with a lot of archival material to build a replica model, plus Kevin Quinn herself liked using Trident’s software, leaving plenty of traces.

It was also the first time The Vault learned about her mother’s youth; before, she’d only heard bits and pieces from others. She stared at the screen, carefully reading the information.

Julian Grant pulled his chair aside to give her a better view.

The Vault leaned forward, gripping the armrest of Julian Grant’s chair, her fingertips unconsciously tightening.

She remembered that in the first replica, Kevin Quinn had excellent grades and should have been able to get into a top university. Maybe because of what happened back then, she didn’t do well on the college entrance exam and ended up at a second-tier university.

With less-than-stellar grades, she didn’t get a scholarship, and the tuition for a second-tier university wasn’t cheap. Her family wouldn’t pay for her. During college, she had to work part-time to earn her tuition.

Kevin Quinn chose to work as a hospital orderly. The job was exhausting, but the pay was decent. However, hospitals are full of all kinds of people, and Kevin Quinn, being attractive and without connections, didn’t enjoy the benefits of a formal employee and probably wasn’t very happy there.

The Vault was halfway through reading when Julian Grant’s phone, lying by the keyboard, started vibrating. Both of them were so absorbed that the sudden noise startled them.

Julian Grant saw it was Henry Harris calling and, thinking his user search had been discovered, answered guiltily.

“Hello?” Henry Harris’s calm voice sounded in the room. “Are you at the office or at home?”

Julian Grant adjusted himself and replied as usual, “At home.”

Henry Harris said, “Is it convenient? Help me look up Zachary Campbell’s information.”

The Vault: “……”

Julian Grant glanced at the person beside him and replied dryly, “…Can’t you check over there?”

Henry Harris: “We checked. It’s very clean.”

Julian Grant said slowly, “Ours is very clean too.”

Henry Harris understood. “Oh…”

Awkward.

The atmosphere was weirdly quiet for a moment before Henry Harris asked again, “Is The Vault with you?”

“She is.”

Since there were no outsiders, Henry Harris just said it directly.

“The Vault, I asked Chief Campbell, and Chief Campbell said your mother worked as an orderly at D University Affiliated Hospital back then—it was Zachary Campbell who introduced her to the job.”

The Vault grew serious and took Julian Grant’s phone.

“What?”