Emily cowardly shook her head and said, "I don't know."
Elsie almost went furious when Emily looked like this. This retard was actually her sister! How unlucky she was! Then, she glared at Emily and picked up the small bag behind her before leaving.
Behind Elsie, Emily slowly raised her head. Her beautiful eyes were calm and tranquil. She picked up the spoon on the table and shone it on her face. Then, she slowly wiped her lips with a napkin.
Susan brought over two sandwiches. Seeing that Miss Emily's face was covered in lipstick, she immediately cried out in shock, "Oh my God, Miss Emily, what have you done with Miss Elsie's lipstick? Why are you wearing it all over your face?"
When Susan lowered her head, she saw that the chair where Miss Elsie was sitting was covered with crushed lipstick. She was startled, "Who ... who sat here? Miss Elsie? Then she ... she didn't notice?"
Emily could think of nothing but sandwiches now. She reached out and grabbed a sandwich, then got up and ran upstairs.
"Hey! Miss Emily, slow down!" Susan tried to chase her, but immediately turned back after a few steps. She said to herself, "No. I have to call Miss Elsie."
After arriving upstairs, Emily tossed the sandwich down and then opened the cupboard. She got changed into autumn clothes. Meanwhile, she swept her eyes across the bedroom, only to find that some of the things in the room had been moved. Elsie or Beverly must have been here. They had begun to suspect her.
No wonder Elsie would use the lipstick to test her.
Emily wrapped her face with a scarf. She flipped over the small board, which read "Do Not Disturb" on the door, then locked the door and walked to the balcony. Looking at Harold, who had already finished eating the sandwich, Emily threw him a candy.
The moment Harold caught the candy, Emily leapt up.
"Miss Emily, this is too dangerous." Harold was still worried after catching Emily in his arms. It was quite a surprise that Emily would jump down without telling him in advance.
Emily did not quite understand. She asked, "I should weigh less than Elsie, right? You can catch her, but not me?"
"...."
Harold chose to shut up. While the butler was looking for something in the warehouse, Harold rushed out with Emily in his arms. The two of them took a taxi on the way.
"Are you sure?" Emily asked.
Harold nodded, "Pretty sure."
Emily had asked him to follow Beverly. She wanted him to find out if someone super smart was helping Beverly. Harold hired a detective to track Beverly down, but didn't get any useful information in the first three days. The detective, on the other hand, was quite observant and experienced in the business. He believed that he would find clues if keeping following her.
Now, the clue finally showed itself.
Following the clue, no, following Beverly and her daughter, the detective sent the route to Harold. It took some time for Emily to get changed, so she was about five minutes behind Beverly. After that, they were stuck in a traffic jam. The gap was enlarged to ten minutes.
Emily couldn't help but say, "Sir, please drive faster. We'll pay you more."
"Something urgent? It's rush hour. It will take a while." The driver looked at the traffic in front of him and couldn't help but open the window. He stretched his arm out of it.
"Two hundred!" Emily stretched out two fingers.
"This is not about money." The driver looked into the rearview mirror with a smile on his face.
"Five hundred!"
The driver stepped on the accelerator and said, "Alright, let's go!"
Emily, "...."
Harold, "...."
"Why are you here, Mrs. Scavo?" Ferne asked in surprise, "Is Vincent here?" He looked at Harold in astonishment, "You guys are here to catch him in bed?"
Emily, "...."
Harold, "...."
"No! I swear, Vincent has never been alone with another woman except you. He has never kissed anyone before, let alone holding hands!" Ferne was a big mouth. Originally, Emily didn't feel anything after being kissed by Vincent, but now that Ferne had mentioned it, she started to blush.
She still felt the shame on her lips, because Elsie had ruthlessly smeared the lipstick on them. Besides, the burning pain still lingered because she tried to wipe off the lipstick with too much force.
Thinking of Elsie, Emily regained her senses. She looked in the direction of the hotel.
Ferne asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to go in?"
Emily trusted Vincent unconditionally, because there was no conflict of interest between them. What was more, Vincent had saved her, leaving her with a good impression. However, this did not mean that Emily could trust Vincent's friends as well.
Also, it didn't matter whether they came or not today. The only thing that mattered was that the detective could sneak in smoothly to get first-hand information. However, this was truly a rare opportunity. Otherwise, Emily wouldn't have taken the risk of coming here to see what was happening.
Emily didn't say anything, so Ferne took it as an implied consent.
"No problem. Just go in." Ferne said as he took out a card from his wallet. "Take this and go to whichever private room you want. Drinks and meals are free."
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