svetikya Chapter 290 Is she angry?
Chapter 290 Is she angry?
Chapter 290 Is she angry?
"Ms. Sharon, what brings you here?"
"I'll save you." Sharon's reply was as concise and derogatory as ever.
"Help me—" Lorne repeated softly, then shook his head slightly, "Your injuries probably haven't fully healed yet, and you still ran over like this."
He paused. "Are there any substitutes around here?"
His tone was slightly anxious, but the meaning was clear: he was worried about Sharon's safety.
To the Church of Storms, whether you're a libertine or a temperance follower, you belong to the Rose School and are targets to be captured and eliminated. Sharon is taking such a great risk to come looking for her; she could easily get herself involved as well.
"Don't worry, I've basically recovered." Sharon's expression remained unchanged, but her tone softened slightly. "Besides, I did a thorough investigation and only came after confirming it was safe."
The "premonition of disaster" indeed had no effect—the authorities weren't keeping a close watch on me as I'd imagined; they were just treating me as a minor character caught up in the incident.
Lorne shrugged and didn't say anything more.
Sharon glanced at Lorne, her beautiful blue eyes slightly twitching: "Besides, now that I'm your teacher, I have an obligation to ensure your safety."
"————" Lorne fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, then raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you serious?"
"Mm." Sharon nodded without hesitation, but this time, she didn't look away immediately. Instead, she stared at him for a full two seconds before slowly turning her gaze elsewhere.
hiss----
Lorne narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the other person's expression. But no matter which angle he looked at her from, Sharon remained completely calm and expressionless. Even when their eyes met, she still didn't reveal any extra emotions, like a delicate doll, possessing a natural, distant beauty.
Sure enough, the expression I saw that day was an illusion.
Lorne sighed inwardly, then forced a smile and changed the subject: "So, Ms. Sharon, how did you know I was here?"
Sharon breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Lorne was no longer asking questions, and a faint blush flashed across her pale cheeks.
Moderation—I must practice moderation—she silently reminded herself, never forgetting her teacher's teachings.
"After I recovered, I went to find you to keep my promise, but I found you were missing," Sharon explained calmly.
"So, Marich and I went to your gun factory, where we heard some things."
"Hmm." Lorne nodded, feeling a sense of relief. The fact that the other party cared so much about his safety, even going so far as to investigate, showed that they truly considered him one of their own, and not just someone with whom they had a business relationship.
He then recounted his recent experiences, deliberately omitting all details related to the mysterious Queen Bernadette.
"You should have informed me and Maric."
"Having just gone through the ordeal of being hunted down by the libertarians, I don't want to cause you any more trouble."
"We're friends—" Sharon stared at Lorne, her eyes showing reproach, feeling that he didn't care about her.
"I—" Lorne's momentum weakened slightly, then he smiled helplessly, "Sigh—this was an accident after all, I never expected to get involved in this kind of trouble."
"Should we go see that Senator Macht?" Sharon suggested.
"Him—" Lorne had considered asking the other party for help. But considering that the other party had misunderstood his relationship with Hazel, it seemed inappropriate to go to the other party at this critical juncture.
"We have those photos," Sharon reminded her, referring to the photos of Hazel being caught red-handed.
"He has to help."
"That means we've completely broken ties with him, and the identity of 'Scott' will be completely useless."
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"It's worth it to save you," Sharon said gently.
"Never mind—I'll need their help with my future business." After thinking for a moment, Lorne shook his head.
"Even Congressman Macht's influence might not be of much use. He's not the kind of aristocrat who wields real power."
He looked at Sharon, giving her a reassuring smile: "Besides, judging from the current situation, the lax security suggests that this is probably just a matter of the higher-ups not yet deciding how to deal with a nobody like me. I should be fine."
"Ms. Sharon, I appreciate your kind offer, but you should leave now."
"If you really want to help me, you might as well look after my factory. Because of the stock market crash, the whole of Backlund is in chaos right now, and I'm afraid someone will take advantage of the situation."
"You seem to really want me to leave."
After listening to Lorne's words, Sharon suddenly said this, her voice still calm, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to carry a different meaning.
"This—" This question startled Lorne, who was momentarily at a loss for words. "This is, after all, official territory. Something could happen at any time. You should—"
"I understand—" Before she could finish speaking, Sharon's body quickly became transparent. A few seconds later, Lorne could no longer sense her spiritual response.
hiss----
Lorne blinked as he looked at the empty detention cell.
"She...she was just...was she angry?"
"Miss Audrey, we need your help."
Fors and Hugh successfully contacted Audrey, and they arranged to meet in the VIP lounge of an upscale shopping mall—
We'll meet there.
"Did something happen?" Audrey asked curiously, noticing the obvious unease on their faces.
"We have a friend who has been unjustly detained in the police station and is awaiting his final trial. I hope you can get him out, by any means necessary!" Hugh said urgently, his small fists clenching involuntarily.
"He—" Audrey keenly noticed the pronoun Hugh used, as well as Fors's equally worried yet composed face beside her.
"What exactly happened? Can you tell me in detail?" She maintained her elegant demeanor and spoke softly, trying to soothe their emotions.
Fors and Hugh exchanged a glance, then took a deep breath: "It's like this—"
They briefly recounted how Scott got involved in the case, how he was arrested, and how they firmly believed he was innocent, repeatedly emphasizing that Scott was a gentleman of high moral character and helpfulness who would never engage in any illegal activities.
Fors and Hugh were behaving far too frantically, completely unlike their usual selves—Audrey listened, mentally analyzing their emotions. She noticed that Fors was unconsciously tugging at the ends of her hair, while Hugh kept shifting the position of her folded hands.
In the past, Fors and Hugh had always been more at ease in front of her. After all, in some circles of extraordinary individuals, they were the "seniors" who had guided her into the world, so the two of them had always tried to maintain a senior demeanor in front of Audrey.
But the two women looked completely different from usual today. Their anxiety, fear, and unease were almost overflowing.
It seemed that James Scott was a very important person to them—Audrey realized with a sudden realization.
The thought that Fors had recently joined the Tarot Club, even though Fors hadn't recognized her yet, still made Audrey very happy.
Fors' behavior at the Tarot meeting was strange; she seemed to distrust Mr. Fool. But Audrey believed that as time went on, she would come to understand Mr. Fool's greatness and the Tarot meeting's goodwill.
As a senior, I should help her.
"If what you're saying is true, I'll try my best to help."
"So that's how it is. James Scott was actually—"
Meanwhile, Klein also arrived at Loggert Arms Factory.
Initially, his suspicious behavior—loitering and peering around the factory gate—led the wary old Kohler to mistake him for a dangerous individual with ill intentions. Ultimately, it was only through his excellent eloquence, logical explanations of his detective identity, and the presentation of the business card personally given to him by James Scott, that he managed to barely convince the other party.
"Excuse me, sir, things have been a bit unsettled in the East District lately, and I've gotten a little agitated—"
"It's okay, I understand."
Klein knew perfectly well why the East District had been in such chaos lately, and he felt absolutely no resentment.
He also learned from old Kohler that James Scott was being held in the police station.
"Detective, do you have any ideas? Mr. Scott is a really good person, and he's the one who gave me this job. I don't want anything to happen to him."
Unexpectedly, he really got involved — Klein felt a little guilty.
He quickly analyzed the current situation. The Capin case involved many powerful figures; if James Scott really caught their attention, it would be troublesome—
However, the fact that he was only detained in the police station and was allowed visits suggests that he wasn't arrested by those who took his place, and there's still a chance for redemption.
"But what exactly should we do?"
This whole thing started because of him, and Scott was implicated because he was doing a good deed. He felt it was his responsibility to make amends and find a way to get the other person out of trouble.
"That's right, Miss Justice! She's a true aristocrat, she must have connections and influence in high society! I can use my identity as 'The World' to ask her for help in finding out information or exert some influence at the Tarot meeting!" Klein's eyes lit up; the convenience of the Tarot meeting was evident at this moment.
"Excuse me, is this the Logert Arms Factory?" Just then, a slightly hesitant and shy female voice interrupted his thoughts.
Klein and old Kohler looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure wearing a mask and a hood, completely covering herself up. Judging from her figure, she should be a young woman.
"This is it. May I ask who you are looking for, miss?" Old Kohler, the doorman, greeted her politely.
"I—" Hazel said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm looking for James Scott."
"Looking for Mr. Scott?" Old Kohler was somewhat surprised. Why was there another person looking for him today?
"What can I do for you, Mr. Scott?"
"I—I—" Hazel lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, somewhat ashamed to speak.
She had come to discuss an "investment" with Scott, hoping he could return the more than one thousand pounds she had given him last time.
The reason for doing this is simple: the Macht family's finances have recently encountered some unexpected problems.