Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 347: Thirty-one There must be no panties under the skirt of a lady_2

Chapter 347: Thirty-one There must be no panties under the skirt of a lady_2

Hardock watched, eyes wide open, as Hewinia was pushed away by Mandy, who loudly demanded the maid to pull down her pants, before returning, face full of displeasure. As he walked back, he muttered to himself, “This child, goodness knows where she picked up these bad habits. She used to be such a ladylike girl, just like me… Ah, it must be something she brought back from school. Really, I’ve always said that schools should raise their admission standards. Those people of low status should just…”

Mandy rambled under her breath, while Hardock, for once, listened intently.

Ignoring the meaningless complaints, Hardock still extracted the critical information.

There was indeed something amiss about Hewinia today.

It seemed…

Hardock took another look at the drawing room door, mulling over his next move.

After listening to Mandy’s gripes for a few more minutes, Hardock echoed a few words of agreement, then stood up to take his leave.

Mandy, seemingly exhausted after her rant, lazily nodded her head, then instructed a servant to escort Hardock out.

After the servant had escorted Hardock out of the manor, his waiting butler immediately approached him.

“Lord.”

Hardock gestured with his hand, signaling him to remain silent. They walked a considerable distance until the servant returned to the manor and then they stopped.

“Any news?” Hardock asked.

The butler shook his head: “We didn’t dare to get too close.”

Hardock nodded slightly: “Being cautious is right. If something really did happen, the Three Colleges will surely conduct a thorough investigation. Getting too close now would only increase the risk, and…”

He looked back toward the manor he had just left, his expression grave.

“What is it, Lord?” the butler asked. “Could it be that Golden Score…”

“Yes, she’s back,” Hardock interrupted, speaking before the butler could express his astonishment. “But she might be Daphne.”

“The young mistress?” The butler was even more surprised.

Hardock recounted everything that happened in the manor.

The butler’s face lit up with joy after hearing the details: “If it is indeed the young mistress, then our losses are completely acceptable. The Golden Score is more important than anything else.”

Hardock glanced at him: “That’s if she really is.”

The butler’s smile gradually faded: “…You think she’s faking it?”

“We can’t eliminate that possibility. After all, we don’t know what’s really beneath that face,” Hardock said in a low voice. “So we need to stay here a few more days. If she is truly Daphne, then we must find a way to take her away.”

“And if she isn’t?”

Hardock narrowed his eyes slightly, a fierce glint flashing through them.

“Then I will make her pay the price.”

…

Hewinia stood on the balcony on the second floor, watching the exchange between Hardock and the butler outside the manor.

In theory, this was beyond the scope of normal human vision, but the current Hewinia could see everything clearly.

The only regret was that she couldn’t hear their voices.

But from Hardock’s expression, she could guess the gist.

Obviously, Hardock did not believe that Hewinia was Daphne, at least not entirely.

However, Hewinia wasn’t surprised. If Hardock had been convinced based on her series of actions alone that she was Daphne, then he wouldn’t be worthy of having raised a daughter like Daphne.

Initially, Hewinia had treated these nobles with a triple layer of caution, always on guard.

But last night’s experience made her realize that this was still not enough; she had to regard each person as an all-knowing enemy.

It was not Hewinia’s intention to use Daphne’s identity to convince Hardock, but rather to buy time to think of countermeasures.

After all, the current Hardock was extremely dangerous.

After the failed operation against her last night, the Treell Family lost four elite Players as well as Daphne, which was an unbearable price to pay.

In the grand scheme of things, the now heirless Treell Family might very well lose their noble status directly.

So, in reality, Hardock wasn’t much different from Hewinia; fundamentally, they were both “barefoot.”

If he truly did something crazy, it wouldn’t be surprising.

For example, kidnapping Hewinia at all costs, openly revealing Hewinia’s identity and her breakdown, or taking her intelligence to another Noble family—any of these possibilities were unacceptable to Hewinia.

Therefore, Hewinia had decided to use Daphne’s identity to first stabilize Hardock.

She was very clear that after last night’s big incident, the Three Colleges couldn’t possibly not investigate. And Hardock, being a minor noble, certainly wouldn’t dare send out probes at this time, so he wouldn’t be able to get detailed news in the short term.

During this period, even if he had enough suspicions, without concrete evidence, he would be willing to believe that his daughter had succeeded, both emotionally and rationally. A more accurate expression would be… wishful thinking.

These were the days for Hewinia.

She had to send Hardock to meet his daughter before he discovered the truth.

Hewinia’s eyes narrowed into a dangerous curve.

Only the dead keep secrets best.

However, she couldn’t just act recklessly, at least not in a way that the Hailuo Family would detect anything unusual.

To dispose of the head of the Treell Family on the Hailuo Family’s turf, without raising their suspicions, was clearly no easy task. If it had been earlier, Hewinia wouldn’t have thought she could do it; she would have tried to escape the Hailuo Family and live with a new face by using the features of the Golden Score.

But now things were different.

Hewinia’s fingers lightly tapped on the railing.

Although it was not her original intention, she indeed was not alone anymore.

To put it unpleasantly and bluntly,

she was now Visas’s “lapdog.”

Although Visas itself posed a tremendous danger, its danger made the previous ones seem less threatening.

After the experience of the previous night, Hewinia quickly realized something in an extremely short amount of time.

Becoming Visas’ lapdog wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

If the previous Hewinia was too weak and alone, struggling with all her might without even the right to gamble at the table, now it seemed she had that right.

At the high-stakes table of powers like Taichu, Lawrence, and various factions, Hewinia could now join in by leveraging her affiliation with Visas.

Only those at the table have the opportunity to gamble.

Hewinia understood.

It was at that moment that her left eye began to throb painfully again, making her involuntarily gasp for air.

She knew this was the price that came with power.

And at that moment, Hewinia also felt Bai Wei return to her body, followed by that familiar lazy voice ringing in her mind, “Are you treating my eye as a new toy you’ve just got, using it again so soon? You’re not afraid of dying, huh? Let’s see what you’re looking at… Hm? Two old men?”

The extraordinary vision that had come with the pain receded like a tide.

Hewinia knew it was Bai Wei who had helped her shut off the “Water Tap.”

After taking a deep breath, she pushed aside those thoughts she had just had and straightforwardly made a request to Bai Wei in her mind, “I need to deal with a few people.”

“Go for it.”

“I need to use your power.”

“Okay.”

Bai Wei’s casual agreement momentarily took Hewinia by surprise. She fell silent for a while, then added, “You might need to take over at times, like you did last night.”

“Of course,” Bai Wei replied with a laugh, “No problem, all my power is open to you.”