Chapter 661

Eleanor and Robert exchanged no further words as they slipped into the small adjacent room. The space was sparsely furnished—just a European-style round table with a few chairs placed neatly around it. Yet, the intricate wallpaper covering the walls carried the faded grandeur of a medieval castle. With its gilded swirls and dark undertones, the room exuded an oddly unsettling charm, as though the air itself held whispers of centuries past. The moment they stepped inside, silence fell between them. Not awkward silence—alert silence. Almost instantly, both sensed something was off. Their instincts sharpened, eyes sweeping over every corner of the room. Eleanor’s gaze narrowed, cool and razor-sharp, while Robert’s expression hardened with quiet vigilance. Neither needed to speak; they both knew. There was someone else here. And then it happened. The full-length mirror across from them suddenly swung open with a creak that sliced through the silence. Out stepped a figure—no, a woman—shroud