A chuckle came from behind. "What brings you here today, Mr. Stephenson?" Upon hearing that voice, Daniel reacted as if his soul had jumped out of his body, and his body shuddered slightly too. Then, he turned his head stiffly and saw a face that he hated to his bones. "Hilda, why are you here?"

Hilda was wearing a thin sweater. Walking over slowly, she hugged her arms and sighed softly. "Sigh. It looks like your news is a little outdated, Mr. Stephenson. This place is now my Residence, and I am its owner."

He recalled seeing the words 'Adams Residence' written on the entrance. Nonetheless, he had not dared...