Chapter 17

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“You didn’t have to come,” Roman muttered as they waited at the large imposing iron gates of the Quin villa. Night had fallen, bringing with it a chilly breeze that softly shook the needles of the pine trees lining the driveway beyond the gate, leading to the house. The view was very picturesque. The driveway was almost transformed into a runway by strategically placed lamps that glowed low on the ground, casting long shadows that danced eerily in the darkness. More lamps stood close to the trees, illuminating the branches and casting intricate patterns on the ground. Beyond that, darkness shrouded the beauty of the villa and concealed its vastness. Roman wasn’t surprised by the impressive property. The Quin family came from old money. Almost four generations of gold mining investments

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