Rufus' POV:
I turned on all the lights in the room. Now, I could clearly see the panic on the slave's face. She quickly knelt on the floor with her forehead to the carpet and kept sobbing uncontrollably.
I was so annoyed that I snapped, "I'm not going to kill you for the time being. Calm down already."
The slave raised her head and looked at me dubiously.
I was even more annoyed. Damn it! Why did Geoffrey have to send me a fool?
"I won't kill you, but I need you to be on my side. Help me investigate this pack. Play along and deceive Geoffrey about what happened tonight, okay?" I explained to her patiently. "If you understand what I'm saying, just nod."
The slave nodded and wiped her tears with her sleeve. At long last, she had calmed down.
I looked away and said coldly, "Then you know what to do. Hurry up."
The slave instantly understood what I meant. She took off her coat, tore her clothes in disarray and pinched her own skin, leaving red marks of intimacy.
I turned around and refused to look at her. After a while, I heard the sounds of rustling blankets behind me. The slave must've gone to bed.
My tightly knitted brows were relaxed somewhat. It seemed that the slave was actually smart when she was thinking straight.
"Just lie there. I think Geoffrey will send someone to check on me in a few hours." As I thought about this, I couldn't help but sneer. If Geoffrey wanted to play tricks on me, then I'd play tricks on him in return.
The slave couldn't speak, so she nodded and ducked under the blanket, not daring to show her head.
Good. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her anyway. I sat down on the sofa and planned to wait for dawn.
Just then, I suddenly caught a whiff of Sylvia's scent.
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