Li Qiao casually flipped open an alumni record, inside was an introduction and a photograph of a foreign student.
The butler glanced furtively a few times and explained in a low voice, "The international society’s alumni records for the past years are all here, there is nothing from before that."
"When was this society established?"
Li Qiao pulled out the first edition of the alumni record, where the photos were still in black and white.
The butler thought for a moment and nodded, "It is said to have been established twenty-seven years ago, but there were no alumni records made in the first two years."
Li Qiao tugged at her lips, placing the thick alumni record on the table, "There’s no need to search any further."
Xi Luo looked slightly astonished, "None?"
Li Qiao lowered her eyelids as a response.
Jing Yilan was exactly twenty-two years old when she was a graduate student at British Imperial, and she married and had children with Mu Aofan at twenty-seven.
According to the timeline, the international society was established the same year she enrolled.
However, most of British Imperial’s graduate programs last only one year, at most two.
This meant that during Jing Yilan’s study, the international society had no alumni records.
Li Qiao walked calmly to the window-ledge, gazing at the lavish, classical European-style campus, absentmindedly curving her lips into a smile.
Jing Yilan’s information had been thoroughly erased years ago, and a place like the British Imperial Royal Academy wouldn’t leave a trace behind.
Furthermore, if it were so easy to find any clues, Mu Aoxian would have found them long ago, there would be no need for her to take action.
Li Qiao narrowed her eyes; an idea spontaneously formed in her mind.
She would continue to search for anything Jing Yilan might have left behind, but she wouldn’t hope to use it to overturn the Charlman Family.
With the teacher having found nothing for twenty years, how could she have any success?
The fight against the Charlman Family could only rely on herself.
Li Qiao stayed in the international society for less than twenty minutes before she prepared to return home.
Xi Luo walked beside her, her tone leisurely, "I had the butler make a copy of the alumni records. Whether it’s useful or not, let’s keep it for now."
"Thanks," said Li Qiao, walking through the campus with one hand in her pocket, surveying her surroundings. She smiled and asked, "Where is Lawrence Manor?"
"It’s under the jurisdiction of Westminster City."
By noon, Xi Luo claimed to have something urgent and thus parted ways with Li Qiao at the entrance of the café.
Li Qiao stood beside the Bentley, looking down at her mobile phone screen, "What about him?"
Luoyu glanced sideways, "The boss went out to meet Second Young Master Feng."
Li Qiao arched her eyebrows, lazily opened the car door, and said lightly, "Back to the manor."
On the way, she sent the manor’s address to Gu Chenn and asked him to come over when he was free.
Gu Chenn replied instantly: OK.
Having returned to the manor, Li Qiao got out of the car without haste and took a few steps before she turned back and looked at Luoyu, "I’ll take a trip to Westminster City this afternoon."
"Alright, I’ll arrange it," Luoyu replied.
Li Qiao nodded, her demeanor showing a lack of enthusiasm.
Although the deed to Lawrence Manor was in their possession, to attend the fireworks festival as Marquis Lawrence, some superficial gestures still had to be made.
Li Qiao entered the living room and upon lifting her eyelids, saw Charles sitting in the corner, conversing with a servant.
Catching sight of Li Qiao, he greeted her with a polite smile, "Miss Li."
Li Qiao sat down, noticing Charles’s suit jacket hanging on the armrest, obviously, he had been there for a while, "Are you here for Shaoyan?"
"No, I am here to see Miss Li," Charles replied, sitting very upright, his deep blue eyes shimmering with a friendly smile. "Mr. Shang told me you were quite interested in the Female Stock God, so I came to have a chat with you."