Evelyn sighed heavily and rubbed her face. She looked at him concernedly.
"Probably the golden eggs are fake? Because I have never heard of such before and it is weird." She spoke up after some time.
"I barely agree that they could be fake because why would Mr Ryan threaten Ben if he exposed it?" Gay answered.
"That's right. How were you even able to get the pictures right?"
"I have a long memory, Miss Evelyn. I drew the picture within twenty-four hours of seeing those eggs. I have been hiding the paintings from everyone because I would be endangering my life if anyone knew about them. So please don't tell Mr Ryan."
Evelyn smiled and held his hands, "No, I won't. I promise you that. However, are the eggs even in this mansion?" She asked and Ben shook his head.
