"Long Xingkui had already been dealing with me long ago, and you must have been secretly in contact with her for quite some time!"
Silu's shoulders were trembling, not out of fear, but because her body couldn't support her any longer.
"Miss Lu," Silu said with a smile, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
Lu Xiaoyou crouched in front of her, "Silu, whether you admit Long Xingkui instructed you or not, it doesn't matter.
Even if you admit it, even if people in Rhode Island know, Long Xingkui wants me dead, she won't suffer any loss, and I won't receive any compensation.
She is the ninth young lady of the Long Family; if she wants someone's life, she doesn't need to do it herself, thousands will eagerly do it for her!"
"Miss Lu, do you have some misunderstanding about the ninth young lady? She's a gentle and kind person, the only piece of pure snow on Rhode Island. So far, her hands are unstained by blood."
