"Shut up!" I didn't let him continue, and my rising anger made me tremble with rage.
"The truth is very cruel, isn't it?" The smile on Irvin's face was very menacing. "Hendrix loves you deeply on the surface, but he let you fall into danger again and again. His love is just all talk. There is no difference between him and me! We are selfish and despicable people, and no one is nobler than the other!"
I frowned and ground my teeth in response. "Hendrix is not that kind of person! He isn't!"
"It doesn't matter. Women are always better at lying to themselves than men."
After saying that, Irvin gave me a cold glance and left the dining room.
I sat down on the chair and let out a long breath. I felt that all my strength was used up in that argument just now.
It was not until Irvin's footsteps faded away that I took out my mobile phone from my pocket. I wanted to call Hendrix to remind him about the dangers here, but when I took it out, it was a fake model instead of a real mobile phone.
It seemed that they had already expected it and changed the mobile phone quietly during my sleep to cut off my path of retreat.
I was a light sleeper. So whoever switched out my phone must've been someone in this castle, and that person must have been very agile and light on their feet. As for who it was, I didn't know for the time being.
Now that I thought about it, the disappearance of Shirley might also have been a part of Irvin's plan.
All of a sudden, a long shadow loomed over me.
Turning around, I saw a woman walking towards me.
She was wearing a pair of Doc Marten boots and jeans. The high-collared sweater on her body was warm and fuzzy, and her hair naturally fell over her shoulders, giving her a casual look.
I didn't remember seeing her around the castle.
"It seems that your talk with him didn't end very well."
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