Eileen pushed open the door, and in that moment, the driver's face turned pale.

That villa...

Ignoring the driver, Eileen's gaze fell upon the interior of the villa.

It was an old mansion, still untouched by renovation, covered in dust and with clear footprints on the ground—recently made.

Eileen glanced at the footprints.

They were about the same size as Rafael's shoes.

Trish, who had followed, looked at the footprints on the ground and asked, "Eily, did Rafael come in here?"

"Most likely," Eileen took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm, and followed the trail of footprints forward.

Soon, they came upon an open basement door.

Trish nervously...