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You were intrigued, to say the least, of what William was talking about. You, who have spent over a month to find out who's your copy cat to only find out that the Lord of Crime himself had already figured it out.
Not knowing if this was a good idea to step in his own territory alone after what happened to your estate, the confrontation and revelation. And now you find yourself sitting across him and his brothers along with his subordinates—you liked to call it.
Louis had place a warm tea in front of you, you just stared at it and you feel multiple stares coming your way, as if already knowing what you're thinking.
"Don't worry Lady [name], it's not poisoned." you hear William spoke and taking a sip of his own tea while giving you a glance and his lips curl up in a smirk. Humming to yourself, you decided to take a sip.
With your eyes close, you brought the edge of the cup on your lips and sip the beverage, once the warm tea had set a foot on your tongue, it was bitter at first but taste sweetly after.
Though, you like Oliver's more. Not being based.
"Now that we have you here in our manor, why don't we talk about this certain copy cat of yours?" Albert pop a question once he saw you put the tea down, he and his friends were gazing at you, awaiting for your response.
Nodding your head with a small smile, your eyes avert slightly towards your side before fixating it to the person sat in front of you. You took a swift observation on the room, and if anything happens you would know what to do.
Not like they would harm you anyways, per his orders.
"As we have told you at your estate that we have a suspect in mind of who's the one being using your name." Albert stated, leaning on the couch. "And we've been looking into it for the past few days after the confrontation in your estate." he continued on.
"I don't know if this name ring a bell for you but.." he lean his head on his hand that is prop on the back of the couch, his mouth moves slowly as your eyes narrow at his lips.
"Do you perhaps know someone named.."
. . .
"Miss Kimberly!" jerking up from her seat, the said female immediately pay attention to whom had called her. Her eyes looking up to meet a young man with gray hair and glass neatly place on top of his nose.
"Sir Augustus." she greeted the man with a bow.
The man just chuckle at her behavior before his smile fell on his face, the atmosphere around them immediately made Kimberly suffocate from the tension.
