Chapter 120

For now, they would wait, biding their time, gaining the trust of their enemies, and preparing for the final act of their elaborate play.

The shadows were their ally, and in the darkness, they thrived.

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Denera walked briskly through the iron gates of the Lockwood mansion, the gravel crunching beneath her designer heels.

The sprawling estate was bathed in the late afternoon sun, its grandeur a stark contrast to the shadowy meeting she had just left.

She could feel the weight of the conversation with Gerald lingering in her mind, but she pushed it aside as she approached the grand entrance.

There were other matters to attend to, namely her brother Jason.

As she stepped into the cool, marbled foyer, she heard the faint strains of classical music playing from the living room.

The air was scented with the faint aroma of fresh roses, likely a new addition from their housekeeper.

Denera walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the polished floor, until she reached the thresho