Amidst the eerie silence broken only by the crashing waves and the distant cries of seagulls, the blazing heat from the engulfed mansion filled the air. Henderson paced back and forth, seemingly unaffected by the raging inferno that now consumed the remnants of their plans. The crackling flames danced in his eyes, reflecting a mix of frustration and determination.
Meanwhile, Oliver stood motionless, a hidden smile playing upon his lips. A profound sense of relief washed over him in the depths of his being. The ties that once bound him to the Quin family were irrevocably severed with the mansion's destruction. The weight of the research files entrusted to him by Albert had now transformed into a hidden treasure within the ashes. As the evidence of his involvement in the research dissipated
