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"Thank you, Mistress. I have a little help here and there. Taking care of this place is something I love, and I feel lucky to have gotten the chance to do this." His eyes clearly displayed his sincere adoration, and the warmth he displayed made Sihyeon want to communicate with the man more. "Although I wasn't able to go through the entire place, this is lovely. Thanks to you, Mr. Jung, I got am opportunity to see this place," she spoke out. "You are giving me too much credit," he said, "This garden existed from a long time and holds the childhood of the Master. Even Master's father grew up at here."

She tapped the speaker until someone spoke from the other line. "Hello, who's this?" Ashley cleared her throat, "This is Ashley, Ashley Winston, Master." She was nervous, afraid that he might end the call, ignore her as she disturbed Klaud's father. But to her surprise, Chris Anderson laughed sweetly, breathed heavily upon hearing her sweet, angelic voice. "Oh, my sweetest Ashley! How long have you been in the country? I thought you will stay there for good." He was talking about the far, secluded village in the country. Her parents owned an exclusive subdivision for rich people, they let them rent the lot but away from the mansion.

- The Old Collins mansion - Nestled within the impressive Collins mansion lies a distinct residence that belongs solely to the reputable Old Master Collins. This abode serves as his personal retreat, where he spends most of his time engrossed in deep contemplation. His favorite spot in this exclusive sanctuary is his private study, a room filled with shelves of antique books and artifacts, where he often immerses himself in his work, surrounded by his treasured possessions.

the old man retorted, his eyes never leaving Chase as he said coldly. "Sir, it’s not that I don’t want to let you go. It's just that my cultivation is too weak to do so." Chase spread his hands, looking helpless. "Nonsense. Since you’re the master of this secret realm, how could you not release me? When Divine Collins was the master, he could control entry and exit at will. You simply don't want to," the old man’s eyes grew colder, and his tone sounded menacing. "Sir, I’m telling the truth. Believe it or not, it’s up to you," Chase said. He was losing patience as well and prepared to leave.

He was dressed down today—jeans and a soft navy sweater—looking every bit like a normal citizen enjoying the park. “Do you just haunt galleries and parks, or do you have an office?” I asked, trying to keep my heart from racing. “I live nearby,” he lied—or maybe he didn’t. With Julian, everything felt like a half-truth. “And I couldn’t help but notice you’re using the old Vermon style. Your grandfather used to say that ‘the secret to light is knowing where the dark is hiding.’ You’ve captured that perfectly.” I froze, my charcoal pencil hovering over the page. “My grandfather never published his techniques. How do you know that quote?”

Butler sought clarification from the old man. "Haha! I am determined to keep Ethan and anyone else from discovering her true identity. Apparently, she has no recollection of her past life. Let us ensure that she never recalls it for the remainder of her existence. I have also taken precautions to prevent anyone, including my rebellious grandson, from uncovering her true identity. Quite the contrary, I have devised a superior plan," the Old Master remarked with a cunning glimmer in his eyes. He had no qualms about revealing his plans to Butler John. The latter had been by his side for an extended period, and Old Master Richardson trusted that he would never betray him.

"I took a chance. Julia looked over my shoulder, and waved her body in favor of music, approaching. "I know a lot about your master," she said, closing her eyes. "He used to come here with his wife, and when she died, he cut off any contact with the club. Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him space for him to take other subs. You are not the first, but you are the only one who returned to his command. They say he is one of the best for certain types of subs.

Instead, it's heaven on earth they're looking for. This three-story mansion has a prohibition, which is forbidden for everyone to set foot on the third floor, including Deffin's grandfather, the owner of the house. Only Deffin the owner, Bik Mur the butler, and Deffin's grandmother when she was still taking care of Deffin.

The only source of light came from the dark night clouds penetrating through the glass walls where The Master stood. He slowly took off his legendary mask and coat without a care in the world and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Of course, his subordinate was the only person that had ever seen his face. "And?" His voice was icy cold. "She put him and his family in a secret jail underground the palace. Should we send our leaks to finish him off?'' He remained bowing. The Master twirled the glass in his hand and watched the ice sparkle in the darkness. "No need. Finishing off the miserable farmer changes nothing. She won't be able to get anything useful off him." He nodded and stood up.

This ignited a spark in Judy’s memory, and she asked hesitantly in a low voice “Is this the one that the second master Soren had set-up?” “Um” Peter hummed in agreement before adding “But no one knows where the second master is. All the people at his estate were dismissed or absorbed by the main Soren estate and he disappeared shortly after.” “No one knows the inside story.” Peter shook his head “Some say that the second master was killed by his brothers, while others say that he committed suicide.” “He had been depressed for a while, becoming a social recluse…” Peter added with a solemn expression “Ever since the first young master Soren died, he had withdrawn from the social circle, shutti