Chapter 11
“Thank you so much, Exorcist. If something happened to my poor Henry…” Tolkin kept expressing his gratitude, and if not for Lu Li’s overly calm demeanor, he might have hugged him to show his relief.
“500 shillings.”
Lu Li interrupted Tolkin mid-sentence.
A few minutes later, Lu Li left the house with the 500 shillings Tolkin had paid.
A small, dark figure in a dress stood outside the door, throwing flirtatious glances at passing pedestrians. Hearing the door open, Oliver turned around with delight.
“You’ve been standing here this whole time?”
“Did you see a ghost?”
Both spoke at the same time.
“Sort of,” Lu Li replied. Naturally, he couldn’t tell Oliver, someone who made a living selling information, the real story.