After a week of digging, Daniel finally found himself outside a small, secluded house hidden in the countryside. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, but he could make out the faint murmur of voices through the cracked window. He couldn't see anyone yet, but he knew he was close—close enough to sense the tension inside. Taking a breath, he moved in quietly, careful not to draw attention.
He paused by the open window, catching Vivian's cold tone cutting through the night air. "Do you really think you outsmarted me by faking your death?"
"You started this first. The deal we made—you're the one who broke it," Natalie's voice shot back, refusing to back down.
Daniel froze, gripping the edge of the window as he listened. 'So, both of them were not in a team?' Daniel frowned as he thought in his mind.
Daniel listened closely, piecing together the puzzle as the conversation between Vivian and Natalie continued.
