However, ten minutes later, after Yancy Hastings received the message, he visibly froze.
After a lengthy hesitation, he decided to phone Maxwell Peary with the news.
"What? Him?"
Maxwell Peary was back in the hotel at that time. The scent of lavender pervaded his room, causing him to furrow his brow in discomfort.
However, after hearing the words over the phone, his frown deepened.
Even with a hundred guesses, he probably never would have imagined it was him.
"Go there now and bring Nia Mitchell back. I won't be able to return until tomorrow morning."
"Sure, you carry on."
「Thirty minutes later—」
After a silent journey, the high-end Rolls-Royce finally came to a stop. Two unfamiliar men in black disembarked and opened the car door for Nia Mitchell.
"Miss Mitchell, please."
Nia Mitchell took a deep breath and gathered her courage to get out of the car.
Before her was a vast, antique Mansion Courtyard, exuding charm and an old-world atmosphere.
