Stuck On Here
Chapter 11: the sarcasm

"What time is danger? Isn't he just a regular guy, is he?" Valerie asked unconvinced, after Lucas told her what he knew of Louis, "If he's Katana why?" chirps Valerie.

Lucas looked the other way, not answering Valerie's questions, not ignoring her. He was just thinking of finding the right answer to a question, a question that he compiled just for himself—and only he would answer.

"Lucas?"

Lucas was still silent and did not even look at Valerie, even though she was shoulder to shoulder, not going to answer her questions, making Valerie upset. He nudged Lucas' arm a little hard, making Lucas complain, actually not sick. It's just that he doesn't want to make Valerie even more upset about it.

Valerie frowned, making Lucas desperately try to hold back his laughter, but he did not want to make this Ansort girl even more upset.

"Quick, if he——"

"Wait, not now" Lucas said subtly. He felt a strange feeling, a cold feeling as if he was being watched. The cold crept around his nape, He looked around, nothing.

"Why?" Valerie followed her gaze around, nothing strange.

"Nothing, just don't you talk too loud, where were we?" Lucas tried to divert the strange atmosphere back. Valerie nodded, confirming her sitting position. At the end of there, Sinee was watching.

"See my question, if she's Katana why?" Valerie's repetition followed the initial words, while raising both hands and forming the rabbit's ears with her middle and index fingers, bending and opening them in half, cueing.

"If he's Katana, why doesn't Floren know?"

Valerie was silent, confirming what Lucas had said. To be honest if there are people who are meticulous, surely they will find a little bit—some, similarities from them. It's just that Valerie doesn't know since when she became less careful in observing someone.

Lucas also kept quiet, not thinking about the answer to Valerie's question, but about the other issues that have plagued him since last night. Strange feelings that never appear, sometimes propagate suddenly. The feeling that he was constantly being watched did not exist, only he did feel that he would be watched.

Both Lucas and Valerie are still silent, have not found any sentences or may not be able to compose sentences at this time.

"Say Mr. Louis, the Katanas are not from Lourch, are they?" valerie finally decided to open the conversation first.

"Yes, but why did they move here, to East Lourch?" Lucas asked back. It irritated Valerie a little because Lucas always turned the question around.

"You're always flipping questions, you're gonna want to confuse me, right?" Tukas Valerie, her eyes narrowing sharply, looked towards Lucas cynically.

"I mean, this question is always related, right? It's all related, and what's Katana and Felman's relationship? Uncle Louis didn't tell me much, he said that if I wanted to know then I had to find out for myself," Lucas said with a rough breath, "If I find out for myself I can, I could ask Gvon or Hubert, but I'm sure they won't tell everyone, they're still Felman's family whisperers, and their employer's Uncle Louis," Lucas rubbed his face rough.

"But you too, Felman. You're the closest to Mr. Louis, they'll want to, Lucas" refutes Valerie with a little skepticism.

Lucas turned his head, smiling blandly, "Stay still,"

***

Andreas Willson and Kendrick Hanbert are sitting in the living room of the Willson family mansion. As usual Andreas prefers his maid to bring a bottle of wine or wishky. He sipped the drink for half a glass, then placed the low glass on the table, leaving with Kendrick's tea cup.

Seeing that Kendrick shifted her tea cup away from Andreas's wishky glass.

Andreas looked at it with an astonished look, "Why did you keep the teacup away?"

"Damn it!" Andreas throws a couch cushion, right on Kendrick's laughing face.

"Oh, yeah. What about your search?" Andreas tried to stop Kendrick's laugh that sounded annoying—and the way it worked—Kendrick stopped his laughter slowly, chuckling was just a distraction. Andreas understood, he told the maids and guards who were there to leave.

After those guys left Kendrick was just getting started.

"All I know is that he used to live here, in the same place" Kendrick said, surprising Andreas.

"I already know,"

Andreas and Kendrick turned their heads, Lucas was already walking in followed by a waiter behind him. They breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think there's a ghost in Andrey's house" Kendrick joked, but no one laughed to make him feel ashamed. Then pretend to fix the collar of his grey shirt.

Lucas walked forward, threw his body on the couch, stood with Kendrick, "Your sense of humor is low for a god" Lucas said.

Kendrick snorted angrily, "I think Lucas is different, it turns out all Felman is always sarcastic," he said, pouring a little wine—lord Hanbert disliked Whisky and only drank wine or brandy occasionally.

Lucas and Andreas laughed, leaving Kendrick puzzled, "What's the funny part about it? I guess you guys do need refreshing, your brains have started to shift," Kendrick tried as sarcastically as possible, though the line just now was a mockery that was already the majority among the young Lourch Lords.

"Forget over, what else do you know?" Lucas asked as he leaned his back on the sofa with one leg folded over the other.

"You're acting just like a Host, Lord Felman." Andreas chipped in annoyance, turning the glass containing his whisky earlier.

Lucas chuckled, "I'm not God. Can we just go ahead, about Mr Stuart?" Lucas switched the conversation, Kendrick nodded, taking out a dark red enveloped file—a file that no one should see—striking it on the table.

Lucas opened the file, perusing it carefully, silent for a moment until the sound of the closed file broke the silence again. Wide put the file again on the table. A quick look at Andreas and Kendrick.

"Fill this file, almost the same, just missed a few things——"

"Wait on! Almost same? You know that already? If you know, why tell me? Isn't this just a waste of time?" Kendrick interrupted rudely, then snorted.

"So, night. I asked, Uncle Louis," Lucas replied lightly as he poured tea into one of the cups.

Andreas was still holding his whisky glass, just listening, sipping it until it had just put it a little rough, so that it made a clashing sound on the glass table.

"He's a Katana,"

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Hi, welcome to November ya🤗.

I know, if the results of the review want not necessarily published on November 1, hehe.

Stuck On Here, bye-bye.