Chapter 139 Mr. Sullivan Senior's Orders

On the other end of the line, Tessa went silent for a moment when she heard Nancy's question. "Ms. Sullivan, these are all Mr. Sullivan Senior's instructions," she said at last. "I don't know his true intentions. If you want answers, I'm afraid you'll have to ask him directly one day." Her voice carried the same respectful steadiness as always. Nancy's brow furrowed tighter. Randy never left loose ends. If he didn't want her to know, no amount of questioning would draw the truth from him. "There's one more instruction," Tessa continued. "Please place that urn in First National Bank's safe deposit box number 23. I'll arrange the rest." First National Bank was Jarnford's largest private auction house, guarded by one of the most advanced security systems in the world. In addition to auctions, it offered storage for private valuables, prized for its secrecy. "Understood," Nancy murmured, pushing down the doubts churning in her chest. She ended the call, set her phone aside, and tol