"A door without metal material?"
This is definitely not right, his memory is not wrong, because of the appearance of the cat spirit, Jenkins has a particularly deep memory of this place.
But seeing Miss Mihail looking at him suspiciously, Jenkins could only write it down in advance.
Standing up, Chocolate was finally calmed down by him. While greeting the ladies, Jenkins carefully looked at Hathaway suspiciously. Since seeing her today, the girl has been silent.
Hathaway and Miss Michel came here today to raise money for pets in the city. The two of them and their friends wanted to take some photos of the adopted cats with their cameras. As Jenkins had heard from the coachman, rich ladies used to have special events like this in winter.
Miss Mihail intended that Jenkins also join their organization, and as a well-known writer, he might be able to play a very beneficial role in fundraising activities. But Jenkins was too busy with his own affairs, so he could only politely refuse.
"Hey, didn't you see anything last night?"
In the lounge on the left side of the first floor, the blond girl said that some of her friends were also here and wanted to see Jenkins, so she asked him to stay for a while. Just as Miss Michelle went out, Hathaway asked viciously with a blushing face.
His cheeks were slightly red, his eyes did not dare to look directly at Jenkins, and he was still pinching the corner of his clothes with his right hand. Jenkins also subconsciously turned his head away from her, pretending to be very interested in the black tea in front of him:
"Ah, I just saw you tell me to get out of the window, and I didn't see anything else."
He also blushed, but he didn't know whether it was because he lied just now or what he saw last night.
"Huh~"
She pushed a tuft of hair behind her ear and looked at the cat on Jenkins' lap.
"It doesn't matter if you see it or you don't see it, but don't say it."
Jenkins didn't respond because saying anything would be self-inflicted.
"How do you feel about same-sex relationships?"
Seeing that Jenkins was silent, Hathaway asked another sharp question. In fact, this is not a difficult topic to talk about in the upper class. Due to the huge disparity between the rich and the poor, people at the top of the pyramid will always find some fun in other areas after satisfying their material needs. Express your opinion in public. But in a private party or salon, this kind of question is easily brought up.
Excessive extravagant life has caused some people to have special hobbies, coupled with the "elegant" trend handed down from ancient times, in fact, people like Jenkins who are extremely sensitive to this issue are the abnormal minority.
"No comment."
He replied cautiously, not knowing why the conversation turned into such an embarrassment again.
"After I met you, I don't seem to have seen you have a good impression of a certain woman. Do you like..."
"No no no!"
He couldn't help raising his voice, "No way, please don't say that. In fact, I also like women very much, yes, it's the kind that is very, very..."
Seeing that he was clumsy and didn't know what to say, Hathaway covered her mouth and squinted her eyes, and giggled, "Jenkins, in my impression, you have always been a very calm person who never showed his emotions easily. Man, you are not like you today."
"I'm not good at such topics."
He honestly admitted that the performance just now was half-true and half-fake. The real reason was that he really didn't know how to answer that question. The fake one was that although he had no experience with women, at least he wouldn't be that clumsy. After all, I have lived in such a world for so many years in my previous life, no matter how white the flowers are, they can be dyed into other colors.
"What on earth does he mean?"
Seeing the nervous look of the man, the red-haired girl's eyes shifted from the cat to Jenkins' golden hair.
"Blonde, like Britney..."
My mood gradually became depressed, I remembered what happened last night, and I remembered the conversation just now, "What's wrong with me, what I love is..."
dang lang~
The clang of metal came from Jenkins, who had just reached out with his right hand for the cup on the saucer. But just as his right hand touched the handle, the iron ring split in two and fell to Jenkins' feet.
Both of them were stunned.
"poisonous!"
Jenkins stood up and reminded in a low voice. He looked around, there was no one at the window, and there was no place to hide in the room. He switched to another vision in the blink of an eye, and there was a faint green aura in the tea of both of them.
"It's a poison with otherworldly properties."
His face became more gloomy, and Hathaway also stood up vigilantly. She didn't doubt Jenkins' judgment, but she didn't know who would do such a thing.
The target of poisoning is definitely not Jenkins. No one knows his itinerary today, and the two cups of tea and the exquisite pastries on the plate are all for the two ladies.
"Have you offended anyone recently?"
He asked quickly, looking around, trying to find possible piles of light spots.
"I don't have the current identity, the identity of the bestower..."
She closed her mouth and saw Jenkins looking sternly towards the door, and motioned for her to sit down.
A few seconds later, the door of the room was knocked, and a young woman dressed as a maid pushing a dining cart walked in. This outfit is an ordinary maid's outfit, and the dining car is filled with tea and a plate covered by a silver lid.
I don't know how these things are prepared in this kind of place.
"Hello, Miss Michel asked me to send it. She said that there will be a small party here in a while."
The woman lowered her head and explained to the two carefully.
Jenkins picked up the broken ring at his feet calmly, nodded to Hathaway, and she immediately asked the trembling maid to put down the snacks.
This is a third-level gifter, one level lower than Hathaway who was promoted to another level at some point. There is a very faint green aura around the waist, which is presumed to be a container containing poison. Other than that, there are no other items.
"The preparations are really sumptuous. Is there a special kitchen in the management center?"
A warm smile appeared on Jenkins' face, and he naturally put the chocolate on the back of the chair, his hands drooping naturally.
"Yes sir, because ladies often come back here, there will be a kitchen on the first floor of the management center."
Jenkins originally planned to praise her performance, and then took out the gun from his waist as an excuse to get a tip, but he didn't expect someone to be faster.
"We still have some wine here, my honorable gentleman, do you need anything else?"
As the maid spoke, she reached into the pocket of her black pleated skirt.