“As for accommodation, since we don’t have any single dormitories available for the time being… What, what did you say?” Tedi spoke distractedly, articulating most of her thought before she snapped back to reality. Immediately, the president of St. Mungo’s Academy’s student council turned around, disregarding all etiquette, and knelt on the passenger seat, eagerly fixing her gaze on Jason as she incessantly verified, “Really?” Considering that all three meals were included, Jason nodded in affirmation. The female student president couldn’t help but cheer aloud. She had thought that hiring Jason would cost much more. It turned out that all it took was the treatment of an assistant instructor. No, assistant instructors have their own dormitories, but Jason didn’t need one. Just a salary and three provided meals were enough. Jason didn’t move, instead he pointed to the room at the end of the hallway. “That’s the storage room; it’s very messy…” Jason interrupted the pastry chef and headed straight for the room at the end of the hallway. Move into the deceased parents’ room of someone else? Jason’s principles wouldn’t allow it. There was no further contact between them prior to this, and the fact that she was letting him stay was already the result of various reasons. He shouldn’t overstep. So, the storage room was the best choice. The pastry chef watched Jason, who was pushing open the door of the storage room and beginning to tidy up, with a somewhat dazed expression. She was increasingly feeling that Jason was different from the rest. Then, she thought of what made Jason the most different— “I’m going to make dinner.” Thinking of Jason’s appetite, the pastry chef said hastily and immediately turned to go downstairs. Jason, on the other hand, continued to organize the storage room, which was bigger than he had imagined, without even lifting his head. The room was piled with boxes full of miscellaneous items, taking up most of the space. The remaining space was occupied by a desk and a chair. There was a lamp on the desk. There were drawers under the desk. Jason reached out and touched the desk’s surface. A thick layer of dust. But there wasn’t much dust on the chair. “Did someone sit here to take a rest?” This wasn’t strange at all; resting after getting tired from cleaning a storage room was common sense, especially for two girls of average physical strength. That’s why the desk was full of dust while the chair had less. Without giving it much thought, Jason began to move the boxes. He needed to clear a space big enough to lay out a blanket. If possible, he hoped to use these boxes, which were filled with miscellaneous items, to construct a makeshift bed. It wasn’t an easy task. He needed to check the sturdiness of the boxes and ensure there was enough space. The latter was especially important. After trying twice, Jason’s gaze inevitably fell on the desk. The sturdiness of the desk was without a doubt. The height was roughly equivalent to two stacked boxes, and any uneven spots could be propped with books or bricks. With this thought, Jason immediately sprang into action. He hugged the desk vertically, preparing to move it. But when he reached behind the desk, his fingers touched something else. Jason was taken aback. He exerted a little force, pulling the entire desk away from its position against the wall. Turning around, he saw a kraft paper bag taped to the backside of the desk. After a thorough check to ensure there was no danger, Jason lifted his hand. Tugging at the tape, he pulled down the kraft paper bag. The kraft paper bag wasn’t sealed, and Jason, holding the bag, could clearly see that it was filled with numerous small pieces of paper. They were bits torn from different whole sheets of paper. Thickly stacked, they filled the kraft paper bag. Jason furrowed his brows and dumped out the pieces of paper. On each piece of paper was written the same message— Don’t trust my sister! Don’t trust my sister! Don’t trust my sister!