Chapter 162 Matching Marks!
Startled, Queenie quickly closed the closet door and turned to face Pollard. She knew she had to have a talk with him about this; otherwise, it would seem like they were having an affair.
At that moment, David and Scarlett entered the room.
David glanced at the white robe wedged in a gap of the closet and thought, Can she hide even more carefully?
But deep inside, he was also shocked.
His younger brother, who always believed in his own superiority, when did he stoop so low as to hide in a closet?!
An awkward silence hung in the air. Pollard was the first to speak, asking, "Queenie, what are you doing here?"
Scarlett quickly came to the rescue, saying, "I asked her to come up!"
Queenie nodded and added, "Yes, it was my sister-in-law who asked me to come up!"
"Sister-in-law?" Pollard furrowed his brows and approached Queenie, reaching out to touch her forehead. "Queenie, what's wrong with you? You should call me Aunt instead."
Queenie evaded Pollard's touch, feeling uncomfortable all over. "I'm fine."
There was a lingering scent in the room. Pollard didn't seem to notice.
David and Scarlett exchanged a glance.
As a married couple, they were all too familiar with that scent!
Scarlett gave David a look that said, "Uh-oh! We've been caught!"
David responded with a reassuring gaze that said, "Don't worry, I've got this."
Pollard looked suspiciously at the three of them. "Why did you bring Queenie to Mr. Clancy's room? Haven't you forgotten how much he dislikes people coming into his room?"
"Yeah, why did I bring Queenie here?" Scarlett's eyes darted around. "Oh, I asked her to fetch the ashtray for me!"
"The ashtray? Aunt, you don't smoke, and you can get it downstairs." Pollard felt something was off.
David cleared his throat. "It was me who asked her. I like Benoit's ashtray."
"Oh," Pollard mumbled, still finding it peculiar. "
Pollard glanced at Queenie and said, "Hurry up and go down, Queenie. If Mr. Clancy finds out, it'll be over."
Queenie nodded, and they all walked out of Benoit's room.
Suddenly, there was a faint collision sound coming from the cabinet.
Pollard turned his head to look and saw a white bathrobe sticking out of the cabinet.
David walked over pretending to be relaxed and said, "Benoit, you should really keep things in place."
He then opened the wardrobe and found Benoit sitting inside, looking frustrated, and they exchanged glances.
David nonchalantly bent down, threw the bathrobe into the cabinet, and closed the door.
Pollard couldn't see what was happening inside the cabinet due to the angle blocked by the door, but seeing David calmly put the bathrobe away, he didn't think much of it.
They all moved downstairs, and at that moment, a new servant turned to Scarlett and asked, "Queenie, is it time for dinner?"
"Yes, let's eat!" Scarlett rubbed her temples. She had been fearful all this time and needed to eat to replenish her energy.
Moreover, the dining room was over there, and if they all walked over to have dinner, they wouldn't be able to see what was happening upstairs, giving Benoit a chance to come out.
And so, the matter would be over.
The servant nodded and shouted toward the direction of the dining room servant, "You can serve the food now."
Saying that, the servant was about to go upstairs, "I'll go call Mr. Clancy."
"No need! Mr. Clancy is not upstairs," Pollard interjected.
"That's impossible! I clearly saw Mr. Clancy go in just now!" the servant insisted.
"If you don't believe me, I'll show you!" The servant rolled up their sleeves and was about to go upstairs. "And I definitely didn't see Mr. Clancy come out at all!"
At that moment, the servant Scarlett called over had quick wits and quickly stopped them, forcibly taking them away.
Scarlett let out a sigh of relief and motioned for everyone to go and eat.
Not long after, Benoit had changed into a suit and calmly came down in the elevator, pushing the wheelchair to join them for the meal.
Just as Queenie was about to call out, "Mr. Clancy," she found her voice hoarse.
Pollard furrowed his brows, "Queenie, what happened to your voice?"
Startled, Scarlett quickly came to her aid, "I, I was singing with Queenie just now..."
Scarlett laughed awkwardly and touched her collarbone.
Pollard's gaze fell on the red mark on her collarbone, and he asked with concern, "Scarlett, what happened to your neck?"
Scarlett, who had always been carefree, casually replied without thinking, "Oh, it's my husband's bite."
Pollard's expression turned bitter as he unexpectedly noticed a similar red mark on Queenie's collarbone. "Queenie, why does yours look the same as Auntie's?"
Scarlett chuckled and said, "Can it be any different? Both brothers bit us."
