107 Carl the Culprit

As Lia navigated through the lavish corridors of Matthews Mansion, her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of the mysterious culprit. Just as she was about to give up hope, her gaze fell upon a small figure lurking in the shadows—a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Louise, check it out!" Lia exclaimed in a hushed tone, nudging her friend discreetly. "Isn't that the same troublemaker from the seminar?" Louise's eyes widened as she caught sight of the boy, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Oh my goodness, it's him! What on earth is he doing here?" she whispered back, her voice tinged with disbelief. Determined to get to the bottom of the situation, Lia approached the young boy, her curiosity piqued by the catapult she spotted tucked into his back pocket. "Excuse me, young man," Lia began, her voice laced with mock seriousness as she addressed the pint-sized troublemaker. "Mind telling me what you've got hiding in your pocket there?" The boy's eye