Steven stepped inside to find utter chaos.
Almost all the items in the house had been smashed.
What couldn't be smashed—like the sofa and curtains—had been slashed to shreds.
Somehow, the sight left Steven suffocating, as if someone had gripped his throat, making it hard to breathe.
This wasn't a burglary. All the valuables were still there—just destroyed.
"Have you seen Evelyn?"
"Yes, sir."
Stella said, "She returned yesterday morning, told us all to take time off and go home, and wanted to stay alone! Goodness, sir, could something have happened to her?"
"The security footage?"
Steven glanced up and noticed that the corner cameras were intact.
"Take me to the monitoring room."
There, he stared at the screens, his face cold and unreadable. Only when Evelyn appeared in the livin
