Arabe shed a nonchnt smile. “Just put it there, thank you.”


    “Sure.” Steward set the afternoon tea on the nearby table, his eyes widening at the sight of the various gadgets and machines


    scattered throughout theb. Each was a mystery to him, and he silently marveled at Miss Be''s ability to operate suchplex


    equipment.


    “Do you have anything else to say?” Arabe asked, noticing he hadn''t left yet.


    “Miss Be, allow me to.” Steward proceeded to unwrap all the items of the afternoon tea, smiling and saying, “Why don’t you


    come over and have a sip? Just for show, so | can snap a picture and report back.”


    Arabe strolled over and picked up a cup of coffee, taking a sip.


    Steward quickly took out his phone and took a selfie, grinning like a Cheshire cat and throwing up a ‘peace’ sign; he captured


    both himself and Arabe in the background and sent the picture to Sean.


    “Why are you blocking my sister?” came Sean''s disgruntled text, followed shortly by another jab, “Time to diet, big guy. Who


    wants to see you??"


    Steward was about to exin when another message from Sean arrived, slightly usatory, “Does my sister look unhappy? Did


    you force her to eat?”


    “May the heavens bear witness. Even Master Sean, with such an honorable status, wouldn''t dare to bully Miss Be, do you


    think | have the guts?”


    “You do know yourself well.” Sean’s next message popped up, “Does she like it? Is there any vor she doesn''t want??”


    “She loves it,” Steward lied smoothly. “She said your care for her is like these afternoon teas, which warms her heart. She also


    said having you as a brother is the best, way better than any other.”


    “Nonsense.” Sean''s response was swift, piercing through the lie, “Are you itching for a beating? You think you can fool me with


    those tall tales??”


    He knew his darling sister would never say such things.


    “Come join me.” Arabe’s invitation made Steward swallow hard; truth be told, he was a bit hungry indeed.


    “Miss Be asked me to join her for afternoon tea:) “ Steward reported back to Sean before grabbing a piece of cake and


    savoring the heavenly taste.


    “Eat more,” Arabe urged, pushing the food closer to him. “They''re too much for just me.”


    “Miss Be, you''re too kind. Not only are you a beauty with a heart of gold and intelligence to match, but you also have the


    wisdom of a sage,” Steward praised as he ate. “Take that fire at the health department, for example. Sean was on it for ages with


    no leads, and then you step in and single-handedly reveal the mastermind behind it all. You''re incredible, Miss Be, truly an


    inspiration!”


    He continued without any


    reservations, “Back then, Sean and |


    went through a lot of twists and Ss


    in order to inv fgaiethb tri about


    1 fire! Réiember when you and


    Sean were fighting over a man


    named Sam? You two even came to


    blows, but then someone shot Sam


    out of nowhere. You examined his


    wound and said the bullet was


    poisoned!” Please read the original


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    Arabe recalled this, nodding her head, indeed such a thing happened.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Steward savored another piece of


    cake, then went on, “Because of the


    poison, you said he was beyond


    hope, and you left hiphepind with


    yoyf en add ate) away after


    throwing a smoke bomb. | thought |


    had picked up a treasure and


    believed that he could be saved, so |


    hurriedly drove him to the hospital,


    and guess what, he kept shaking as if


    he was about to pass.” Please read


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    Steward seemed to get carried away,


    vividly recounting the past events, ‘I


    told him if he revealed t trgtiO 1


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    e Ge to get the world’s best


    doctors to save him. He suddenly


    grabbed my hand, wanting to say


    something desperately.” Please read


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    At the time, Steward thought the truth was within reach, and his voice mirrored his excitement, “He was clutching me with one


    hand, pointing outside with the other, lips moving but no wordsing out. It drove me crazy.”


    Arabe knew that someone poisoned with venomvine couldn''t speak or write, their bodies would uncontrobly tremble, which


    was why she hadn''t bothered to take him away with her.


    Because it would have been futile.