She looked around, but she didn't see anything resembling a candy box.
Jasmine Yale continued her search in the storeroom on the east side.
She searched high and low and still couldn't find it. It only caused her back to ache from the effort.
Jasmine Yale straightened her body, stretched her arms, her gaze sweeping all over the cluttered room.
If she couldn't find it, she was ready to give up.
After all, once Sylvan Cheney had taken that thing, it was either discarded in the storeroom or thrown away.
The beam from her flashlight fell on the ground, the wall, and various items...
Just when she was about to give up hope and leave, suddenly, she saw a neat stack of items that looked like letters.
Letters?
Why would there be letters here?
Jasmine Yale curiously walked over and took them out.
The paper was yellowed, and the ink of the pen was a bit blurred.
All of the wording was alike, graceful and beautiful.
On the envelopes were the same conspicuous words: To Sylvan.
