CHAPTER 30 Tut Tut

As the moon cast its silver glow over the countryside, Lilith and Camilla sat in the dimly lit parlor of their grand estate, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. "Mother, there's a detective poking into our business," Camilla said, her voice tinged with annoyance. Lilith raised an elegant eyebrow, her crimson lips curling into a knowing smile. "Do we not pay the police force enough to avert their eyes from our petty kidnappings and missing cases?" Camilla nodded, her expression grim. "Yes, but this one is from Scotland Yard." Lilith's eyes widened with interest. "What is his name?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Detective Morton Friesland," Camilla replied, her voice filled with disdain. "Why leave the countryside, down to the county side?" Lilith mused, her fingers tracing patterns on the arm of her chair. Camilla sighed, her frustration evident. "He only came here for his fiancée mother's burial, but now he's looking into our affairs." Lilith's