Novel 543
Chapter 147
147 Burn The Midnight Oil
Scarlett’s POV
Damian Vanderbilt left with Oliver Scott. All I know is the name Grey, not even their car plates. So if I want to do anything, following them is my only chance.
“Change of plan!” I drag Lucas out of there, “How’s your driving skill comparing to Adrian’s?”
“Basically the same,” Lucas frowns in confusion, “Enough to meet your needs. I know about your car sick situation–”
“Can you do a car chase?” I cut him off, pointing at the car leaving the Fuller’s gate, “Follow that car!” We almost lost them in the middle. Well, actually we did. I don’t know who was driving in that car, but their driving style changed midway as they apparently noticed us following, and we lost them after they entered a tunnel. I don’t know where they came from, and I don’t know where they are going. I don’t even know whether it’s really my Lilith. But he is a lawyer and Lilith just got into a law firm. I can’t help but make that connection.
“That’s not the same as Adrian at all!” I complain when their car is nowhere to be found.
“Our target is not an ordinary–” Lucas rolls his eyes as he protests, only to stop halfway, “Okay, no matter. Since we lost the target anyway, can you tell me what this is about? So this girl, she is seen at a place they don’t expect her to be normally, but you felt that she might be in some sort of danger?”
Yeah, but why? I blink in confusion. Why did I assume she was in danger?
“I think so…” I murmur, remembering the short conversation, “Because of his eyes. He was protective and in haste. Sebastian had that look when Ava called him out in the middle of the night.”
“But you don’t even know whether they were talking about your friend,” Lucas points out.
Hearing it out loud made me realize what a stupid thing I had just done. I followed two guys that I didn’t even know until today out in the middle of the night, lost them, and I’m not even sure I should have followed them. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“Sorry…” I lie back into the seat, “I was…going with only my intuition.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Lucas laughs lightly, “Maybe you can try to locate your friend instead? I mean, if they were going to your friend, then you will find them there; and if they weren’t talking about your friend, then you don’t care where they went, right?”
Right!
“Thanks! That’s brilliant!” I grin at Lucas, adding to his smirk, “And no, it’s because you are brilliant and not because I was stupid! Shush, I’m on the phone!”
He laughs in silence as I dial Lilith’s number. No answer. Then I called Aurora, only to find out that Lilith never moved in with her. Apparently Lilith agreed to it, only to back out at the last minute. Then I called
Damon.
“She’s not picking up her phone?” Damon sounds confused. I didn’t want to alarm him, but I had no other to turn to, so I told him I had some legal questions.for her, “She should be at the National Library at this time. She has been drowning herself there recently.”
147 Burn The Midnight Oil
“Cool, I’ll try my luck, thanks!” I raise my thumb at Lucas, “I heard you coughing though. Are you okay?”
“Yeah…joined the pandemic recently,” Damon laughs bitterly, his voice sounds faint, “I’m okay now, thanks for asking.”
He soon got off the phone, and I found the directions online for Lucas. Though we are on our way, and the library IS on ahead where we lost Damian Vanderbilt, it just doesn’t feel right.
“A library? Oliver Scott doesn’t look like someone who would go to a library, does he…?” I mumble to myself more than talking to Lucas, “Also, why tell his friend that his ‘pet‘ is at an interesting place if that’s where she has been for a while? I mean, she was in the law school. Hitting the library just might be the least weird place for her to be.”
“Or,” Lucas taps on the map, curving his lips, “the brother doesn’t have the right answer either.”
“No way, Damon said he picks her up every night.”
“Yeah, on the street in front of the library,” Lucas chuckles, shooting me a taunting look, “Does that necessarily mean that she was in the library before that? Nope.”
“What do you mean?” I frown, “Why would Lilith even lie about it? Damon and she has only each other, and she would never–”
“Calm down, I think I know where she is,” Lucas takes a turn, putting us on the busy street where we already see the tall tip of the gothic–looking library, “One last question: Your friend, does she attend bars normally?”