Chapter 506


    “I’m not here to <b>drop </b>you home.”


    “What?”


    It was only then that Marve btedly realized she had boarded Levi’s car without knowing their destination.


    Levi instructed the driver, Alex Smith, nonchntly, <b>“</b>Alex, pull over.”


    “Yes, <b>sir</b><b>.</b>”


    Alex stopped the car at the side


    ide of the road. The night air was cold, and Maeve sneezed as she stepped out


    Levi book off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.


    “Follow me inside,” he <b>said</b>.


    Before them stood an unassuming vi, nestled in one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods. Each property in this area held immense value, and only the extremely wealthy or influential could live there. However, it appeared rarely upied


    “I didn’t expect you to own such a distinctive house here, Mr. Hackett,” Maeve remarked.


    “This isn’t mine,” Levi replied casually


    Before Maeve <b>could </b>react, he pulled out a key. He coughed softly a few times, looking sightly unwell, and proceeded to open the <b>vi’s </b>door.


    Maeve stepped forward, asking, “Why would you have the key if this isn’t yours?”


    “A friend gave it to me.”Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    There were few people in Seathburn City whom Levi would call friends. Maeve’s mind immediately turned to Zion.


    Levi swung open the door<b>, </b>and Maeve followed him inside


    The vi appeared in from the outside but was exquisitely decorated inside, with a timeless elegance.


    As Levi flicked on the lights, Marve took in her surroundings, mating the pristine condition that suggested regr maintenance. It <b>was </b>clear this wasn’t Levi’s first visit here.


    “I have people clean it regrly,” Levi remarked, observing Maeve’s curiosity. “It’s been kept just as it was.”


    “Did Zion used to live here?” she asked.


    Zion had never mentioned this ce to her. On the yacht, he had hinted at fragments of his past, but she knew very little.


    Levi motioned for her to sit on the couch in the living room. There, she noticed a wedding photograph hanging on the wall.


    It depicted a beautiful pregnant woman with <b>a </b>gentle smile, standing beside Bryan Spencer, thete eldest son of the Spencer family and its former patriarch


    “This ”


    “This was Mr. and Mrs. Spencer’s wedding house,” Levi said, his voice tinged with nostalgia


    Though he had been young at the time, he vividly remembered the genuine love between the couple. Unlike the superficial disys often seen in business circles, Bryan’s affectionate gade toward Christine was unmistakably sincere,


    He continued, “The Spencer family originally stemmed from military origins, tracing back to Mr. Spencer Senior’s generation. With the onset of peace, they gradually shifted from the center of power tomerce in Seathburn City<b>, </b>ultimately bing the renowned Spencer family we know today.”


    “I know that, but what I don’t understand is why Zion had to suffer overseas and why didn’t the Spencers bring him back even if they had the means?” Maeve inquired.


    With the Spencer family’s vast influence, finding their only heir, Zion, should <b>have </b>been easy.


    “Mr. and Mrs. <b>Spencer </b>died in a meticulously nned car ident. Does that ring any bells for you, Ms. Scott?”


    “A car ident<b>?</b>”


    Maeve’s thoughts raced to her own parents‘ fatal car crash, a chill running down her spine. “What do you mean<b>?</b>”