LRAB Chapter 314 Acquaintances and Romantic Encounters?
Chapter 314 Acquaintances and Romantic Encounters?
Chapter 314 Acquaintances and Romantic Encounters?
Strange, nothing happened? My "premonition of disaster" is wrong —
At the party, Lorne, who was chatting and laughing with two young noblemen, felt a sense of unease. His "premonition of impending doom" had indeed been triggered, but nothing had happened around him—
There are quite a few illogical things happening tonight.
"Damn it! Why is Leonard targeting me again?!"
After speaking with James Scott, Klein turned around and noticed Leonard, who had somehow reappeared behind him.
Clearly, his sudden appearance had caused him to change his original target. He discreetly circled the crowd a few times, finally managing to shake off his pursuer.
He then quickly walked over to Charles's side.
"That's right, our guild is very efficient. If you have any inconvenient accident investigations, you can come to us—" Charles was still chatting enthusiastically with Sheriff Huntington beside him.
"Director." Klein came to Charles's ear and whispered a few words.
"Really?" Charles's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Um."
Upon hearing this, Charles immediately gave the sheriff an apologetic smile, making an excuse that he had urgent business to attend to, and then pulled Klein quickly to a relatively quiet colonnade behind a pillar.
Where is that "red glove"?
"Over there—" Klein pointed in a direction.
Charles followed the gaze and saw Leonard surrounded by several enthusiastic aristocratic ladies, looking awkward and slightly embarrassed. His dashing appearance certainly attracted attention in this setting.
"This kind of flamboyant type—I've never seen anything like it before. No wonder they're from the Church of the Night," Charles muttered.
He then patted Klein on the shoulder and reassured him, "It's alright, don't worry too much, he won't be able to find anything on you."
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"But—" Klein was still somewhat uneasy. After all, it was an old colleague who had come to his door; who knew if he had discovered something?
"We'll leave as soon as the party is over—" Charles said decisively after a moment's thought.
"What about the investment?"
Charles took a deep breath: "Let's hold off for now."
At this time, ensuring the safety of yourself and your subordinates is the most important thing.
As he spoke, he immediately found a waiter, gave him some money, and asked him to pass on a message to James Scott, informing him that he had to leave early due to urgent business, expressing his sincere apologies, and stating that he would definitely visit him in person regarding the investment at a later date.
Having thoroughly satisfied the curiosity of the two young noblemen and exchanged contact information, Lorne finally had some free time. At the same time, he also received a message from the waiter.
"Understood." Lorne nodded, not saying anything more. It's normal for a clandestine organization like that to suddenly encounter an emergency. Besides, because of that black-haired policeman, he didn't want to stay here any longer.
Lost in thought, Lorne frowned slightly. He had a feeling that another gaze was watching him, a pure sense of observation, completely different from human vision. He quickly followed his spiritual intuition and glanced at the entrance of the banquet hall.
In the shadows outside the door, a large golden retriever was squatting there silently.
When the golden retriever's calm and deep gaze came into view, Lorne's forehead twitched almost imperceptibly.
It was the same dog I'd encountered outside the luxury store; sure enough, it showed up too.
The dog reminded him of Audrey Hall; was it an extraordinary being from the same lineage?
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"That's impressive. If I hadn't been prepared, what ordinary guest would have paid any attention to a golden retriever squatting outside the door?" Lorne thought to himself, then quietly took a few steps back, moving out of the line of sight.
"Hey, James Scott!"
Seeing that Lorne was finally alone, Hazel mustered up her courage and walked over.
"We just—didn't we—" she hesitated, asking uncertainly, "did we dance together?"
"That's right." Lorne nodded frankly.
"But—I don't seem to remember anything?" She tilted her head in confusion.
"Perhaps—you're just too nervous."
"Nervous—I—" Hazel nervously rubbed her hands, trying hard to recall what had just happened. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she asked uncertainly, "Was it you—who invited me?"
"No, the accurate statement is that you invited me," Lorne said truthfully; at least to outsiders, it was "Hazel" who took the initiative to approach and invite me to dance, "and this disrupted my original plans."
"What?! I'm asking you to dance?!" Hazel's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising several decibels involuntarily. This was completely unlike her; how could she possibly do something so proactive, so—unreserved!
"Who knows what you were thinking back then?" Lorne shrugged, looking completely innocent.
"I—I—"
"Okay, okay," Lorne finally couldn't bear to see her about to completely lose it and spoke up to defuse the situation, "Actually, we're going in the same direction—"
He offered a compromise: "I noticed that no one had invited you, and since you happened to walk towards me, I took the opportunity to shift my focus and extended an invitation to you."
"Really?" A glimmer of hope rekindled in Hazel's eyes. If so, wouldn't that mean, to some extent, she had attracted James Scott's attention, surpassing even the much-discussed Audrey Hall?
"Of course." Lorne nodded. Then, staring at the slightly flushed girl in front of him, he pursed his lips, changed the subject, and his tone suddenly became serious.
"Miss Hazel, you should know that we are only in a business relationship, right?"
He emphasized the word "cooperation".
"So, don't develop any unnecessary feelings for me."
A little bit of the spirituality belonging to the "winner" was released.
"I—" Hazel was overwhelmed by the other party's sudden aura, finding it hard to breathe. The fleeting romantic thoughts that had just arisen in her mind were instantly shattered, but her girlish pride forced her to retort, "Hey—you're too narcissistic! Who, who would have feelings for you!"
"That would be best." Lorne nodded, his tone devoid of its usual jokingness. "As a public figure, I don't want any unfounded rumors to circulate."
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
On the carriage ride home, Lorne rubbed his temples wearily, recalling the events of the evening's party.
"well----"
"I was hoping to have a chat with Miss Hall, but it seems I'll have to wait until next time with Fors and Hugh."
"I have a strange feeling today, like something is hidden but not coming out."
Just as he was thinking this, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered again!
"Sir, there's something blocking the way! It looks like—a person!" the driver's voice came from ahead.
"A person? Standing in the middle of the road at night, aren't you afraid of getting into an accident?" Lorne asked in surprise, lifting the car curtain.
As they got closer to the person, the coachman had no choice but to pull on the reins, causing the carriage to slow down rapidly.
With a violent jolt and the neighing of the horses, the carriage finally stopped not far from the figure.
"Who on earth is this?! So reckless!" the driver cursed, wanting to get out of the carriage to check the situation.
"Wait!" Lorne tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The coachman jumped off the carriage, and a few seconds later, his cursing voice suddenly changed completely, becoming solicitous and gentle: "Beautiful lady, do you need help?"
"Beautiful lady? Haven't you changed a little too quickly?"—Lorne thought to himself, listening to the coachman's completely different voice. At the same time, he reached into his robes and gripped the handle of his revolver.
"Boss," the driver poked his head in, his face beaming with the excitement of someone who'd just had a romantic encounter, "there's a young lady who needs help. She'd like us to give her a ride."
Miss? What kind of "Miss" is this so late at night? — Lorne frowned slightly, but quickly composed himself and got off the carriage.
Turning his head, he saw a beautiful, black-haired woman wrapped in a black cloak. Her face was covered in dust, making her look somewhat pitiful. At that moment, she was looking at him with a pair of soft, watery eyes, which involuntarily aroused a strong desire to protect her.
Oh, could it be that I've actually had a romantic encounter?!
Unfortunately, these feelings did not linger in Lorne's heart for long.
He felt the young woman in front of him looked somewhat familiar. If—if he were to put a mask on her—
Oh, it's someone I know.