Suddenly, he let out a low chuckle—deep and seductive, seemingly mocking yet teasing, resonating in the quiet car. Unusually abrupt, yet incredibly alluring.
I couldn't help but complain, "Please don't suddenly laugh like that; you'll scare me to death!"
"If you want to kiss me, feel free; my fangs won't hurt you!" His tone was exceedingly generous, clearly offering himself up for free.
He really is full of it. "Which of your eyes saw me wanting to kiss you?"
"You just had your hand on my chest; that's clearly inappropriate! In your laws, that's a serious crime—sexual harassment!"
Damn it, I was actually being accused of "sexual harassment" by a vampire?!
"Fine, go ahead and sue; I believe you won't win!"
He smirked wickedly, "Your fingerprints are on my clothes; that's solid evidence!"
I quickly grabbed a tissue, yanked his clothes, and wiped them furiously, really wanting to destroy the evidence of this damned dead vampire! I snorted angrily, "Don't think just because you look human, vampires are human; our laws only apply to humans!"
"I am human!" he protested.
I reminded him sarcastically, "Ok! A blood clan member, alright? Baron Albert!"
Look at him shrugging and raising his eyebrows, thinking just because there's a 'human' in the name makes him human? Foolish!
"You might not know this: robots aren't human, intelligent beings aren't human, and of course, monster humans aren't human either… as for you blood clan members, heh… humans breathe, have a heartbeat, have a conscience, have kindness; you should weigh your own identity!"
He gritted his teeth but didn't know what to say.
I cursed in my heart with a forced smile—this face-saving, self-absorbed, slanderous, arrogant thousand-year-old monster; I curse you to become the ugliest freak in the world by tomorrow morning!
As for that ring, even if he takes it back, I won't return it—150 million francs; I won't just let that go.
After arriving at the "Saturday" restaurant I've managed for over a decade, this thought became even firmer.
This restaurant has had its share of incidents; sometimes Bevis angered the mob while solving cases, and they came to cause trouble, but it has never been destroyed so tragically.
After the fire trucks extinguished the fire, only a pile of ashes remained. Besides claiming from the insurance company, this ring became one of my few remaining important assets!
The police were still collecting evidence at the scene; I turned on the flashlight on my phone, searching for things that weren't burned.
The cash register was directly blown to pieces; the paper money inside completely burned to nothing.
On two floors, only the explosion-proof safe in the corner of the second floor remained intact.
I took out the key, turned the two combination locks inside, opened the safe, took a plastic bag, retrieved bank cards and money, along with various documents and receipts, and jewelry left by my mother and aunt, temporarily deciding to stay at a hotel.
But the police stopped me, "Miss Margie, we're sorry; these are part of the scene evidence; we'll return them to you after the inspection is complete!"
"These are just my personal belongings!"
"We know they're personal belongings!" He said sternly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"I need money to stay at a hotel; is that not allowed?"