A few moments earlier—
"It's been a long time since I came to this place."
A soft feminine voice echoed. A mature figure walked gracefully through a dimly lit room.
Her slender fingers brushed against the dusty walls, as if tracing a place long neglected.
"You should take better care of this room. It's quite important… Harun," she said.
The figure was none other than Sandra. She turned her gaze toward Harun, who stood firmly behind her, upright and dignified as always—just like the head butler of the Virellano family should be.
Harun bowed slightly.
"Yes, Madam Sandra."
Sandra smiled faintly, though her face still carried traces of worry. She continued walking lightly, exploring the underground bunker of the Virellano family—a place once meant for emergencies, now more like a forgotten storage room, unused for years, maybe never at all.
She stopped before a long bench covered with a white sheet.
