The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress C.306: Cheap and Not a Bastard

At some point, the carriage fell completely silent.

Not only were Chloe and Anderson not speaking, but even Qin Huaibei and the others had stopped making noisy sounds while playing cards.

After being stunned for two or three seconds, Chloe turned her head to look at the other companions beside her.

Daniel's perked-up ears immediately drooped down. He nervously clutched the cards in his hand, coughed twice, and pretended to play a card.

His throat moved slightly, and after exchanging glances with Qin Huaibei and Katherine, they tacitly chose to quietly play cards while eavesdropping on Chloe and Anderson's conversation.

Chloe didn't know how to describe her current feelings—

Didn't they realize that everything they were thinking was clearly displayed on their faces?

So Chloe unhesitatingly told Daniel to take everyone out.

Daniel, who had been pretending to play cards with cards still in his hand, was almost kicked out. His expression immediately turned resentful.

He glared at Chloe fiercely and cursed, "How petty, I didn't do anything."

After saying this, Daniel sneakily walked back in, grabbed Qin Huaibei and Katherine, and walked them off the carriage, leaving only a cold shoulder for Chloe and the others.

Thus, when Daniel led the group off the carriage with an impatient face, all the vampire soldiers around looked over without exception.

Daniel irritably glared at them: "What are you looking at? I'm just getting some air."

One of the vampire soldiers couldn't help but say in a low voice:

"But young man, there's a big shoe print on the back of your clothes."

He asked with feigned concern: "Did you accidentally step on it yourself?"

"Pfft!"

Muffled laughter came from Qin Huaibei and Katherine nearby.

Daniel's face darkened as he angrily said, "Mind your own business, you're overstepping."

"Damn it."

...

Chloe wasn't clear about what was happening outside.

The only thing she cared about now was Anderson.

The two of them sat facing each other, and Chloe listened very attentively as Anderson spoke.

"You said you wouldn't keep secrets from me, so tell me, what is this Mosby Trading Association?"

Anderson looked up at her with some surprise: "Professor Ren seems to have explained this a long time ago..."

"I just want to hear you explain it again, got a problem with that?" Chloe, who had never seriously listened in class, interrupted him unceremoniously, and clearly showed no signs of embarrassment.

Left with no choice, Anderson had to repeat word for word the introduction that Ren Yunying had given before.

It was a formal explanation, devoid of any personal feelings, even mimicking Ren Yunying's tone and speech patterns with one-to-one accuracy.

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Chloe blinked and asked, "Is that all?"

Anderson lowered his gaze and didn't directly answer this question, but instead asked:

"What else would the young miss like to know?"

It was only at this moment that Chloe finally understood where the strange feeling in her heart came from.

Anderson indeed wouldn't conceal anything from her.

Every answer he gave was based on the questions Chloe had asked, never volunteering to say anything else, nor would he analyze and present more in-depth things and matters in detail for Chloe to see. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He maintained a reserved and concealing attitude towards things that Chloe hadn't asked about but that he should have continued to speak about.

But he did indeed answer every question, and without lying.

As long as Chloe asked, he would tell her truthfully.

For example, when she had previously asked Anderson if he knew that thin man, Anderson's answer was that he didn't know him.

But perhaps the thin man knew him.

On this basis, what Anderson didn't delve deeper into answering was — why would that thin, clever man who looked dangerous know Anderson.

Why would this dangerous character who frequently operated in the grey areas know this ordinary military school student who lived within the confines of the school and followed Chloe around?

These were all things Anderson had deliberately avoided, concealing them from Chloe.

But could Chloe accuse him of anything?

No.

Because Anderson truly hadn't lied.

Chloe felt a bit stifled.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, her dark red eyes glancing at Anderson, with a half-smile she said:

"You're quite clever, is toying with me fun?"

Anderson's posture stiffened.

He raised his head to look directly at Chloe:

"No."

Anderson calmly said: "As long as the young miss asks, I will answer."

Because there were some things he couldn't bring up on his own.

Looking into his eyes, Chloe vaguely understood something.

Following Anderson's answer, she continued to ask:

"What is your relationship with the Mosby Trading Association?"

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, Anderson's low, hoarse voice sounded:

"...The Mosby Trading Association is a business of the Francis Family."

As the words fell, Chloe could hardly believe what she had heard.

She pointed out: "The current head of the Francis Family is you, so the Mosby Trading Association is your business?"

By the end, Chloe could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

Anderson, the boss behind the Mosby Trading Association?

What kind of joke was this?!

Chloe couldn't even connect these two concepts.

To her, these belonged to completely different, even separate worlds.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chloe finally calmed down a bit and asked coolly:

"When did this happen?"

Anderson answered truthfully: "Many years ago, when the Francis Family contacted me."

Hearing this, Chloe's brain short-circuited for a moment:

"Many years ago, when exactly?"

This seemed to be something even Anderson himself wasn't quite clear about.

He thought carefully and said: "About four years ago, Francis found me and said they could give me a part of the family business first, to let me try operating it."

"At the time, I didn't meet him in person, I just thought, 'only a fool would pass up a good deal.'"

At these words, a glimmer of novelty flashed in Chloe's eyes.

The usually calm and obedient Anderson would never say such vulgar things.

Now, with that still cold face, he calmly uttered the phrase "only a fool would pass up a good deal."

For the first time, Chloe felt that her own vulgar nature had infected Anderson.

How cool, she was so awesome.

Chloe nodded, with a hint of admiration: "You're not wrong."

In other words, Anderson had spent four years shaping the Mosby Trading Association into a powerful underworld organization.

During this time, he also had to spend time eliminating the original Francis ears and underlings in the association. The Mosby had transformed from a private enterprise solely belonging to Francis into a top-tier association spread across the entire continent, and it only took three to four years.

It was... terrifyingly impressive.