Wayne led Geoffrey toward the countryside of Small Town, talking as they walked.

“We found out Gareth’s travel route led here. After further investigation, we learned Maureen’s foster mother lived here during her childhood.”

Foster mother…

Amid the torrential downpour, Geoffrey’s eyes darkened as he suddenly remembered why the name Small Town sounded so familiar.

Maureen had mentioned it to him countless times!

Throughout their three–year marriage, whenever a holiday approached, she’d anxiously ask: “Geoff, I need to go to Small Town. Is that alright?”

Back then, Geoffrey never cared about Maureen’s whereabouts, nor did he ask her purpose for visiting Small Town.

He’d always respond with icy detachment: “Go wherever you want. No need to report to me.”

Despite his dismissive words, Maureen still informed him every time she went anywhere.

She rarely ventured out, and her most frequent destination was this very place.

Finally, they arrived before a dilapidated brick house.

“This is it.”

Wayne stepped forward, noticing the locked front door. “Why’s it locked?”

He glanced back at Geoffrey, who gave a slight nod.

Several bodyguards moved forward and broke open the door.

“Wait outside,” Geoffrey commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

Stepping inside, damp air rushed to meet them. The interior stood in disrepair, carrying the stale scent of mildew.

Maureen actually lived here as a child?

Geoffrey frowned, moving forward until his gaze settled on a black–and–white photo displayed on the square table.

His pupils contracted. He stepped closer, picked up the picture, and stared at it for a long time, stunned disbelief writ-

ten across his face.

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the monochrome image, Maureen smiled with radiant serenity, embodying tranquil days. Yet her

less sorrow.

tightened slowly before he slammed it

“Perfect!

you addicted to

“A funeral portrait!

of joke is

notice the tremor in his own

and a living room–easy

chairs, the space held little else. Geoffrey searched every corner

“Boom-!”

flash of lightning illuminated the funeral portrait once

summoned his assistant Wayne: “Find out where Maureen’s

“Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

After Wayne left,

He stayed alone, waiting for the homeowner’s return to demand

wait lasted

Voices

daughter of her own. Finally raises

“Exactly.

such a bright and sensible girl. How could she leave so

High Society ain’t easy either. Last time Maureen came back, she looked like a different person–thin as a reed, like a gust

husband was. Wishful thinking! Married three

lump in

and Maureen never

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into a light sleep. Moments later, he jolted

of Maureen

he opened his eyes, silence and

moment, he truly felt she’d

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brought into her brick house for “questioning.” The room felt even smaller, crammed with black–suited

“Where are they?”

ever faced such intimidation. They stood ramrod straight, heads bowed, not daring to glance at Geoffrey–who

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