To avoid a major social embarrassment, Lex cleared his throat and looked at the profiler, who had once again picked up the poetry collection: "Mr. Warren, could you let Rachel and I chat alone for a few moments?"
Putting down the poetry collection, the seemingly shy young man actually retorted, "Mr. Lex, what are you saying? I can't hear you. I can't hear a single word."
Alright, I get it. Student Warren, you're quite something, openly pretending to be deaf, huh?
Knowing that Warren wouldn't leave, Lex had no choice but to give up and changed his tone: "You don't have to thank me for anything."
Rachel, however, said excitedly, "No, it was Young Master Lex who saved me, but unfortunately, given the circumstances at the time, I didn't have a chance to thank you."
"Now that I finally get to see Young Master you again, I must say thank you!"
This young woman, who was already a mother, cradled her belly, her gaze soft: "If it weren't for Young Master you, I'm afraid it would have been very difficult to protect this child."
"But I never expected that Young Master would take on so much blame for me, an impure person who lost her chastity before marriage."
"Young Master cares for me and protects me so much, yet I can't do anything for Young Master. I can only pray to the Night Goddess every day, praying that Young Master you will receive the Goddess's protection, stay away from disaster, and live a peaceful life."
Wait.
Hearing you say that, did the original owner not have a relationship with you?
Lex was greatly surprised. What kind of person was the original owner, exactly? He would rather bear the blame and be misunderstood by others to protect a maid who lost her virginity before marriage.
Could it be that his outrageous actions were also deliberate?
Was he missing a screw, or was he trying to conceal some secret?
Recalling that the original owner also had the identity of a 'Hunter', Lex felt that the latter was more likely.
"Oh, by the way, Young Master, what about that matter? Is there a result?" the former maid asked again from her chair.
Lex, who had no idea what she was talking about, could only say, "Which one are you referring to?"
Rachel gently stroked her belly and said, "Of course, it's the matter you asked Detective Liz to investigate. Didn't you always say that matter was very important to you?"
Detective Liz? I don't know this person at all. I don't know what the original owner asked him to investigate.
Glancing at Warren, who was sitting by the door, although he was holding a poetry collection, he was clearly paying attention to Lex. To prevent the profiler from discovering anything, Lex had to say, "Oh, you mean that matter. Unfortunately, I haven't seen Detective Liz yet. It seems his investigation hasn't yielded any results."
"Is that so? I truly hope Detective Robin will return soon, and I hope Young Master will know the result early."
Warren on the other side took out a pocket watch and pointed to it, reminding Lex to mind the time.
Lex cleared his throat, stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, Rachel. I have something else to do."
"Ah, I forgot Young Master you still have to attend a press conference tonight." The former maid quickly stood up: "Then I won't disturb you."
"Where do you live? I'll have someone send you back," Lex said with a polite demeanor.
Rachel shook her head: "No need, my father is outside. I'm already very happy to see Young Master again tonight."
"Young Master, please take care."
Lex smiled and nodded: "You too. If you have any difficulties, write to me."
After seeing off the former maid, Lex was truly relieved. If the child in Rachel's belly was his, he really wouldn't know if he gained or lost, or whether to accept it or not.
Now, at last, there was no such worry.
Now, all he had to do was wait for the culprit to appear.
Time passed bit by bit, but until a police officer came to remind Lex that it was his turn to attend the press conference, the culprit still hadn't appeared.
The press conference ended in a flash. In the venue, accompanied by Warren, Lex met the Miss Red-Hair Martha.
"It seems the culprit didn't take the bait. Fortunately, we have a backup plan."
The Young Miss's collar was open, allowing her deep cleavage to be exposed to the air. She tugged at her ill-fitting uniform with some annoyance and continued.
"The Captain and Jeffrey have already gone to prepare. I hope the plan goes smoothly."
The profiler with slightly curly hair said softly, "We must separate now, Mr. Lex. Please be very careful."
Lex nodded: "I will."
He patted the revolver hidden under his formal attire, smiled slightly, and left the Police Station.
He boarded the family's two-wheeled open carriage, driven by another coachman, and returned to his mansion on Golden Champagne Avenue.
Sitting in the carriage, Lex recalled the discussions he had with several Inspectors about the plan.
In fact, they had anticipated such a result.
So they had also prepared a backup plan, and now, this backup plan had already been activated.
The question was whether the fish would take the bait.
As the carriage passed Memorial Square, Lex's spiritual sense was suddenly stirred. He almost turned his head to look towards the southwest side of the square.
But he timely restrained this impulse, relaxed his body, leaned back against the seat, and hummed a folk song widely spread in the Town.
Just now, Lex had a feeling of being watched, and he felt the strong malice and hatred in that gaze.
Sure enough, after hearing the false news spread by Lewis and the others, the culprit still came.
It was just that there were too many people at the venue, so he didn't show himself, but he was still staring at Lex.
This indicated that he wouldn't give up easily.
If everything went smoothly next, he should follow Lex home, but he wouldn't know that the seemingly peaceful Baron's Mansion was actually ambushed by police officers Lewis and Jeffrey.
Plus Martha and Warren, who would arrive shortly, as soon as the culprit appeared, he was destined to be trapped!
Even if he couldn't actively make a move and expose his strength, Lex was constantly playing the 'Hunter', setting up some subtle traps whenever he found an opportunity.
That backup plan was undoubtedly one of them.
Enki Town wasn't large. Before long, the carriage had already arrived at Golden Champagne Avenue. The streets here were wide, but there were few pedestrians. Now, there wasn't even a single soul.
This was because most of the households living on this street had received invitations from the mayor tonight and were not at home.
Entering the street, when the Baron's Mansion's villa was vaguely visible, Lex suddenly heard the neighing of horses behind him, as well as the sound of wheels turning rapidly.
He turned his head and saw a closed carriage, which had come from who knows where. The two horses pulling the carriage seemed startled, neighing all the way, and sped towards them.
Even upon seeing Lex's open carriage, the coachman seemed to have no intention of going around or slowing down. Instead, he whipped the horses even harder, making them charge straight ahead.
In an instant, Lex saw the coachman.
He was wearing a tattered dark cloak, his hair was messy, his face was gaunt, and his eyes were wild. As the carriage jolted, a corner of his cloak lifted, revealing the lean, bronze-colored skin underneath, and a blue tattoo extending from his back to his side!
Lex's pupils slightly widened.
The culprit had appeared, but he wasn't home yet.
Lewis and the others weren't with him!
The Shadow Gauntlets weren't on him either!