Chapter 1391

The man stood before Sergio and patted his shoulder. "Come with me." Sergio glanced at Maeve's door, which remained tightly shut, before following the man up to the fifth floor of Brooks Estate. The hallway was shrouded in darkness. The man pushed open a door to reveal a room frozen in time. Its décor hadn't changed in decades. It felt like a master bedroom. As soon as they entered, Sergio noticed a large oil painting on the wall—a wedding portrait of a couple. The woman's face radiated calm and grace, and her features were like a perfect work of art, embodying a beauty that spoke of timeless peace. The man standing beside her had an uncannily similar appearance to Sergio's—his sharp, stoic features carried the same coldness. The man walked forward and stopped in front of a vase. With a casual twist, the vase shifted, and suddenly, a wardrobe slid aside, revealing a retractable iron gate. Beyond it was a modern elevator. Sergio had lived in this house for years yet had nev