After deleting the text messages on my phone, I entered the changing room. Just as I had changed my clothes, Phoebe swayed in with a cold, eerie tone, "Margie, the master is calling you to the elevator. He and Count Kenneth are waiting for you."
Seeing me adjusting my clothes, she flashed a charming smile and moved closer, "Margie, your outfit might not please the baron. He prefers to admire your beautiful legs swaying under your skirt."
I sighed helplessly, "I just like wearing pants; it's easier to kick people!"
Especially that damn Count Kenneth, who deserves a good kick.
Her cold fingers brushed against my shoulder as she helped me tidy my hair. Suddenly, a strange burnt smell emanated from my neck.
Before I could react, Phoebe, as if electrocuted, retreated to the changing room door, "You... you're wearing a silver necklace?"
"Hehe... sorry, I forgot to tell you!" I shook my bracelet and ring, "It's not just the necklace; my jewelry is a full set. If you want to steal my blood in the future, be careful not to hurt yourself!"
"Damn it..." Phoebe shook her burned hand in pain, which healed completely moments later. She sneered viciously, "It's indeed wise for you, but Count Kenneth is waiting to torment you. Good luck! Hmph!"
With a heavy heart, I walked to the elevator door. Baron Lionel casually put his arm around my shoulder, "Margie, Kenneth and I have thoroughly investigated everyone who went to Benson's room that day. Only Judy, who escaped, hasn't been investigated yet, and we're currently searching for her. Let's go check Benson's suite again. The room hasn't been cleaned yet, so we can search for any other clues."
"Oh."
As he spoke, his intense, burning blue eyes locked onto my face, making it hard to look away.
Although I was sure I hadn't left any clues, I still worried about losing something inside. This must be what they call the guilty conscience of a thief!
But this worry was unnecessary. They should have searched the room on the day of the incident. Did they find nothing?
Then why insist on taking me there now?
If he really suspected me, he should have locked me in the study for interrogation. Why go through all this trouble?
I was the one who killed him. I knew better than anyone how bloody and terrifying the scene was. Not to mention searching the room again, even a glance might make me lose my composure.
As we entered the elevator, I forced a dry smile and couldn't help but say to Lionel, "Can I wait at the door? Daisy said Elder Benson's death was horrifying. I don't want... I don't want to go in. Besides, I've already told you everything about Judy. I really tried my best."
"Alright, just stand at the door," Lionel patted my shoulder.
But Kenneth couldn't resist sneering, "Baron, I don't know why you're going through all this trouble. Just bite her, and you'll know her memories, and whether she killed Benson!"
This shocked me. Could Lionel really determine if I killed Benson just by standing at the door?
And by biting me, he could access my memories... Could he really extract someone's memories through their blood?
This must be the power of the spirit within him, a trait of the elves.
No wonder he was so ambiguous on the sofa that day. He must have wanted to do this then!
Thank goodness I kicked him away, or I would have become a vampire by now—and a vampire about to face trial!
From what I've read in books, powerful vampires can use certain clues to recreate scenes in their minds.
Standing in the elevator now, he must already know that I wandered through each floor that day, searching for the ice fragments Benson had left behind.
Is Lionel using this strange method because he doesn't want to force himself to bite me?
I lowered my eyes, not daring to look into his sharp, piercing gaze. My heart pounded anxiously, as if it were trying to burst out of my chest.
Dene William said Lionel was powerful. What I'm witnessing now might just be the tip of the iceberg.
Is Kenneth saying this because he's sure I can't escape in the elevator, or is he trying to force me to confess?
Or perhaps he's indirectly pressuring me—if I don't admit to killing Benson, they'll bite me?
"Lionel, if you want to bite me, I won't resist!" I looked at him calmly, a surge of anger rising inexplicably. Benson was someone he disliked too. Why torment me for someone he hates?
He just stared at me, as if deep in thought or hesitation.
If he really bit me, I wouldn't resist. Instead, I'd kill him and Kenneth right there.
I was no longer the clumsy restaurant manager he pinned to the bar when we first met. I was now a member of the Marcus organization, a secretive group, capable of taking him down with me.
I removed the silver necklace from around my neck, tilted my head up, and met his gaze head-on, "Lionel, if you really suspect me, just bite me. You know I love you! And you know I can't resist you, can I?"
He frowned, his deep blue eyes flickering unnaturally, and apologized, "Margie... don't be angry, okay? Kenneth was sent by His Majesty to investigate the case. I have to assist. For suspects, I must investigate thoroughly!"
"For your Majesty, you can hurt someone who loves you? It's bad enough to have to dine with a pervert every day, and now I have to stay here and be framed by your damn maids. For you, I've lost so much, but I've never complained. But I never thought you'd treat me like this!"
"Margie..." His thick brows furrowed tightly.
"Lionel, has the passage of time made you think emotions are worthless? Hmph... indeed, with just a flick of your finger, a group of vampire women would climb into your bed. And there's your beloved Princess Sibylle and Miss Tiffany to reminisce about. How could you care for a mortal like me? But I'm different. I'm human. I'll be dead in a few decades. If you don't cherish me, someone else surely will."