Chapter 809 INTERVIEW (XIV)
LUO YAN didnāt believe for a second that that was indeed the reason why the other was lurking outside William Harcourtās room earlier. Perhaps āsheā was in a state where āsheā couldnāt honestly tell him the reason why. Or maybe it would be considered as OOC if āsheā answered him truthfully.
In any case, itās still funny as hell. He would have never thought that his cinnamon roll still had this kind of ātalentā. Who knew he could weave such a story and even act out as if heās some kind of damsel in distress? Just a bit of training and the other could probably give any white lotus a run for their money.
Although it wound be fun to see that, Luo Yan still preferred his oblivious cinnamon roll. In his heart, no one could simply beat that kind of cuteness.
He coughed to prevent himself from laughing. Then, appearing all dignified, he said, āI see. How could he act in such an ungentlemanly manner? Iām sure you must have been quite scared. Itās truly admirable of you to stand up for yourself like that.ā
āSofiaāsā shaking shoulder stopped for a moment, as if āsheā didnāt expect such a reaction from him. Luo Yan could already tell what the other was thinking. āSheā probably wanted him to question āherā more. Then, maybe āsheā would have an excuse to tell him everything under the guise of being coerced. But how could he do that to such a beautiful āladyā?
Besides, this was his cinnamon roll. Knowing him, he would definitely find a way to convey what needed to be conveyed.
Sure enough, after not getting the reaction āsheā wanted, āSofiaā then said;
āA-actually, while I was standing outside the room of Mr. Harcourt, I heard some rustling inside. I was so startled. It was so scary that my body just moved on its own and ran away. Thatās when you found me.ā Then as if realizing something, āherā eyes widened and said, āThat- that rustling sound, itās like someone was walking inside the room. But it shouldnāt be Mr. Harcourt, right? Could- could it be I heard his murderer?ā
A horrified look appeared on āSofiaāsā face. It looked a bit exaggerated, probably because his cinnamon roll didnāt know how to portray just the right amount of fear. The right term to what heās doing was mimicking. He was most likely just copying the expressions he had shown so far from movies or shows that he had seen.
If Luo Yanās role didnāt require him to be observant, he probably wouldnāt take notice of it. So, in a way, his cinnamon rollās strategy was working. Not to mention, itās adorable, watching him try his best.
But back to main point. The other said that āsheā heard rustling inside the room, as if someone was walking about. He didnāt doubt the authenticity of that. Which meant that when the already burnt corpse was already set on fire again, the one who did it was still inside the room.
Between the time he saw āSofiaā running towards where he was and the moment he saw smoke coming out of the masterās bedroom, Luo Yan didnāt see anyone leave the said room. It was a very short period of time, probably not even a minute. He doubted if someone could run out of the room as such.
Of course, thereās the possibility that the person ran out of the room the same moment that āSofiaā scampered away. But Luo Yan didnāt think that that was the case. Because if it was, then āSofiaā would definitely mention it to him by now. The fact that āsheā didnāt could only mean one thing ā the person āsheā heard moving about the room stayed inside.
This conjecture could only lead to one conclusion ā that thereās a hidden passageway inside the masterās bedroom and the person used that to escape.
The moment he thought that, a notification sounded in his mind. Completely confirming his conjecture.
Luo Yan almost wanted to slap himself at this moment. He should have thought of that much sooner. Itās the only viable reason why the already burnt corpse was set to fire without him seeing anyone go in or out of the room. How careless of him. If not for āSofiaāsā reminder, it might have taken him much longer to realize it.
āThank you, Sofia. What you said was definitely a very useful information,ā he said to the other.
It was his veiled way of telling his cinnamon roll that he understood what he was trying to say. Knowing the other, he would definitely receive the message heās trying to convey.
āSofiaā showed a relieved expression. āWell, Iām glad James think so.ā
Luo Yan only smiled at the other before continuing his questioning. āBefore going to the masterās bedroom, where were you?ā
āOh, I was with Eddie, in our room,ā she answered. āHe was still sleeping when I left.ā
Luo Yan felt the corner of his eye twitched. Now that he was certain of the otherās identity, he suddenly felt annoyed at the thought that he was sharing a room with another man. Now that he thought about it, didnāt the other have excessive skinship with that old man Edward?
He suddenly felt a bit complicated. Itās like the feeling of having your lover put a green hat on you. Yes, he knew he was overreaching. After all, he and his cinnamon werenāt in an official relationship yet. Most importantly, the object of his jealousy was actually an NPC!
But what could he do? Heās petty like that.
āI see,ā he said with a smile. But in his mind, he was already thinking on how he should tease the other later. Before that, he should finish this interview first. āWhat can you tell me about your fiancĆ©ās deceased wife?ā
āSofiaā appeared like āsheā didnāt understand the sudden change in topic. But if one looked closely, they could see that there wasnāt any real change in āherā eyes. Showing that āsheā was already expecting this question.
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