Benjamin reached a large mansion spanning over 600 acres, much bigger compared to the Sterling villa.

“The Myers mansion,” he checked his mobile. “Someone called Narika ordered a pizza, and they specifically asked for the pizza to be delivered at the cottage behind the mansion? Sounds fishy but whatever. Let’s get it over with.”

He reached the back entrance, where there were no guards blocking the entrance. He entered through the gate without a problem. No dogs were in sight. “Definitely fishy.” He walked over the grass pavement vigilantly until the old cottage was in sight. The door was closed. The atmosphere was cold yet gloomy. Looking at the dust on the ground around the cottage, it was clear that nobody had gone in and out, but Benjamin noticed a few small yet clean spots, suggesting that someone or something must