The girl turned helplessly, only to see Diana staring at her and reaching out to pat the empty space beside the bed.
“Come here,” said Diana coldly.
“Miss, I—”
“Lower your voice, he may still be there,” Diana looked at the shadow through the crack in the door solemnly, speaking quietly only after confirming that Lazer had indeed left the hallway. “Okay, he is gone now. Tell me, honestly, what do you think of him?”
The girl opened her eyes widely and slowly sat beside Diana.
—So Diana noticed what the girl was going to say?
“I told you. If you find Lazer suspicious, you must tell me immediately.” Diana frowned unhappily and stared at the girl. “You had something to say before, didn’t you?”
“I thought you wouldn’t notice.” The girl was even more surprised.
“You are my double, of course I know how you feel—” Diana exhaled suddenly and heavily, rubbing her fangs. “You picked the moment when Lazer was in the room to tell the truth. Are you out of your mind?”
“Sorry, that was much too rash,” the girl blushed again.
“I thought it was just your hand that was flawed; turns out that your brain is too. If you do not have any damning evidence, you better play it safe.” Diana glanced at the door again before jumping out of bed and pacing back and forth on the carpet, gently and anxiously patting the carpet with her tail. “So, what was it that you wanted to say?”
“I believe that Shaquille and Jharif had more plans that went beyond just kidnapping me. They may take further action, and Lazer may be in on it. But… I have no proof.”
“You have no proof, but you also do not believe everything Lazer says.”
“No, I do not.”
The girl tried to recall Lazer’s every action after that night.
His reactions after killing Shaquille, how he tried to avoid talking about the port, and how he interrupted her all seemed to, intentionally or unintentionally, change the topic to one that he desired.
These actions were subtle, however, and to say that he was a traitor to the Juan family because of such actions would be reckless. Nevertheless, he was definitely hiding something.
“Why the sudden change? I thought you respected him dearly.” Diana turned her back to the girl.
Respect. The girl was secretly touched by the word.
“It is not respect that I feel towards him,” the girl rebutted inaudibly.
“What happened?”
… Under these circumstances, the girl could not hide it anymore.
She closed her eyes and stopped thinking, ignoring the pain she felt as she uttered the words.
“He asked me to stop working as your double.”
