After leaving the hospital, Dylan headed straight for the estate.
Unshaven and disheveled, he looked utterly worn down.
Yet fate seemed to favor him, he still managed to obtain the surveillance footage from that night.
He tightly gripped the pendant of Margaux that had just been dug up from the graveyard.
The man who had taken Margaux away by helicopter from the hospital rooftop that night had also accompanied her to the estate.
"Mr. Larc," the assistant said, holding his breath as he walked over to his side.
Dylan's face was a blank, unreadable mask, and his voice came out so raw and rough it barely sounded like his own.
"Did you find anything? Who is he?"
The assistant drew a steadying breath and flipped open the file in his hands.
"We found him. He's from the Moore family of Qu
