For an entire week, Monica ordered Hawke Manor to be almost completely searched, digging up every place that could be excavated, yet still found no trace of Xiao Mo, not even a hint of a grave...
Seeing autumn pass by, winter looming, Paris's winter, with snow melting into the ground freezing several feet deep, if Xiao Mo was really buried in some corner, she would never survive this winter.
Monica's worry grew day by day, as did her hatred towards Sofia.
"Young master, we've finished digging the last patch on the hill, should we dismantle the square at the front next?"
"No need..."
The square's ancient stone tiles showed no signs of being pried open, and it was the most conspicuous place, impossible for a person to be buried...
Monica turned and hurriedly walked towards Sofia's bedroom.
Pushing open the bedroom door, a strange smell hit her face, forcing Monica to cover her nose and walk in slowly.
