Chapter 127

And as they ascended the grand staircase, side by side, they knew that nothing would stand in their way.

Not Ethan, not Sandra, not anyone. The Monument Project was within their grasp, and they would stop at nothing to claim it.

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Paul’s bedroom was modest but cozy, a reflection of a working-class man’s simple yet functional lifestyle.

The walls were painted a muted gray, adorned with a few framed photographs of scenic landscapes and a couple of certificates.

A sturdy oak dresser stood against one wall, its surface cluttered with everyday items: a watch, keys, a wallet.

The bed, a comfortable queen-size, was the centerpiece of the room, its headboard made of dark wood, matching the dresser.

Paul lay in bed, the soft light from a bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room.

Rachel was beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, their naked bodies concealed under a thick, navy blue duvet.

Her fingers traced soft patterns on his chest, lingering over the spots where he had