Jiang Yanxu's fingers curled into a tight fist. The weight of suspicion pressed on his shoulders, but suspicion wasn't enough. Not in this game. Not when shadows moved faster than truth. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice—jumping to the same conclusions.
For now, his focus was on Findingthebastard!
And when he did, he would make sure that man would stayed in the dark forever!
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The mansion loomed ahead, its grand facade slick with rain under the streetlights. The place smelled like old money and older secrets—polished wood, aged paper, the faint scent of something rotting beneath.
Jiang Yanxu stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a hollow thud, and the air suddenly seemed to press inward. The walls towered higher than memory, casting jagged shadows that cut across the floor like broken glass.
