Chapter 6: Roxie Morton

Ugh, this way of speaking is so strange to get used to.

Lin Yu unconsciously became more polite as well, nodding slightly and mimicking the other’s tone.

“You’re too kind, sir. I was also rude.”

After speaking, neither of them said anything more.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Although the man had lowered some of his guard, he was still wary of Lin Yu, not taking her one-sided story at face value.

This was evident from his posture, standing sideways and close to the corner.

As for Lin Yu, she was a transmigrator assuming someone else’s identity, not even knowing “her own” name.

Of course, she didn’t want to engage in too much verbal exchange with others.

She understood the principle that the more one speaks, the more one is prone to error.

“Tap, tap.”

Another short burst of footsteps broke the awkward silence.

Both people in the corridor shifted their gazes to the source of the sound: the left corner.

Lin Yu silently placed her right hand on the cuff of her left sleeve.

The texture of the dagger sheath through the soft fabric made her feel a little more at ease.

“Please stop, both of you. Don’t come any closer.”

“I believe it would be a better choice for all of us to maintain a certain distance while talking.”

Having learned from the previous encounter, the man’s tone was much more tactful this time, but the resistance in it hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

“Calm down, sir. We mean no harm.”

Due to her perspective, Lin Yu couldn’t see the “uninvited guest” at the left corner.
However, hearing the female voice that reached her ears, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“I am Hannah Carter, daughter of Baron Newman Carter. If you regularly follow the Glenn Daily, you should know something about my father.”

‘Hannah Carter.’

Hearing this name, Lin Yu frowned, a slightly pained expression on her face.

A memory that didn’t belong to “him” surfaced in her mind—fragmented and broken, like a scene from an old film projector, damaged and stuttering.

The original owner knew this person, and the two were friends on good private terms.

‘What should I do?’

‘Should I approach her now, or turn and run?’

No matter how many thoughts raced through her mind, only a few moments had passed in reality.

Lin Yu made a decision.

Turning and leaving now would only confirm that there was something wrong with her.

It would be better to take the initiative to talk and handle things as they came.

“Hannah?”

She softly called out the other’s name.

After a brief silence, there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

A slightly round face with a few freckles on the tip of its nose peeked out from the left corner.

Her light blue eyes widened slightly the moment she saw Lin Yu, blooming with light like a splendid firework, colored with obvious surprise and worry.

“Rosie!”

The girl exclaimed in surprise.

Then, dragging her long skirt that reached her ankles, she trotted all the way to Lin Yu.
It looked like she wanted to give the girl a big hug, but just as she got close, she remembered the ladylike etiquette taught by her teachers.

She managed to hold back at the last moment, clasping her hands over her lower abdomen and flashing a faint, shallow smile, speaking in a restrained and polite manner.

“Are you alright? Mr. Sandek and I have been looking for you.”

Lin Yu was a little dazed.

It wasn’t that she was overwhelmed by the girl’s enthusiasm, but as the two words

“Rosie” entered her ears, the memory that had been like a pool of stagnant water rippled again, washing up fragments of unfamiliar yet familiar information.

‘Rosie Moulton.’

This was her name.

She had just had her coming-of-age ball this year.

After the social season ended, she returned to Glenn City from the capital, Bredek.

She was usually busy with various balls, parties, and horse races—a bona fide noble lady.

However, the information about “herself” was all in broad, first-person perspective scenes, disorderly and complex, offering little help in the current situation.

‘I can’t let Hannah discover that “I” have changed so obviously.’

‘I have to play the role of Rosie well now.’
‘To fool others, I must first fool myself!’

‘Lin Yu, no, she is Rosie herself now.’

She came back to her senses, let out a soft breath, and put on a slightly relieved expression, speaking in a tone of someone who had just survived a disaster.

“I’m fine.”

“Hannah, I was worried about you too.”

‘Sorry.’

As she spoke, Rosie silently mouthed a word in her heart.

“You two… know each other?”

The mustached man looked at the scene before him with some unease.

After all, in this situation with four people, he was the only one isolated.

Hannah was, after all, a proper noble lady, and her upbringing showed.

She immediately pulled herself out of the joy of reuniting with her friend, turned around, and took on the role of a bridge to connect everyone.

“I apologize, sir, for neglecting our conversation just now. It was my discourtesy.”

“Please allow me to make the introductions.”

As Hannah spoke, she raised one hand, palm open, and pointed her fingertips towards her friend.

“This is Miss Rosie Moulton, eldest daughter of the city councilor, Viscount Moulton.”

Viscount, councilor—two such prominent titles made the man uneasy and even more nervous as he recalled his earlier rudeness.
He took off his bowler hat, performed a gentleman’s bow, and spoke somewhat awkwardly.

“Hello, Miss Moulton.”

‘My head hurts.’

‘This tedious etiquette.’

Complaints were complaints, but Rosie’s face remained impassive.

She politely replied.

“Hello.”

After the two had finished their greetings, Hannah continued her introductions.

“This is my bodyguard, Mr. Dennis Sandek.”

Only then did Rosie’s gaze fall on the reticent man standing a few steps behind Hannah, vaguely positioned between his employer and the mustached man.

The man was around forty years old, with an ordinary face.

His pale gold hair was streaked with a few silver strands.

His expression was tense, his eyes cold.

Hearing his introduction, he merely nodded in response.

‘He seems quite reliable.’

Rosie made a mental assessment of the bodyguard.

The mustached man didn’t dally either and began his self-introduction.

“My name is Donahue Bobby. I work as a manager at an import-export company.”

After the introductions were complete and they had exchanged another round of pleasantries, this segment was considered over.

Hannah glanced around at the surroundings, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

“Mr. Bobby, Rosie and I were on our way to a tea party hosted by another friend in a carriage when we suddenly felt dizzy and had an accident. I wonder what happened on your end?”

Donahue Bobby frowned and murmured, “After I left the company at five, I was planning to take the Dove Street public carriage home as usual. But on the way, I suddenly heard someone calling my name.”

“No.”

At this point, the man raised a hand to his temple, his expression pained.

“I… I’m not sure if someone was really calling me.”

“It was a feeling, as if there was something behind me, someone drawing me in.”

“I turned my head and saw—”

“A man with a small mustache.”


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