Matthew drove through the quiet streets of the city until he reached the old residential area on the outskirts. He had deliberately chosen this place after leaving the Vandermere villa. The building was shabby and crumbling, with peeling paint and cracked walls that had seen better decades. To the outside world, it looked like the kind of low-income dormitory where forgotten people lived.
That was exactly why Matthew rented a small room here. It was the perfect hiding spot. No one would ever suspect that the man who had just spent five million dollars on a legendary Crimson Seraph Root was living in such a rundown place. Keeping a low profile was necessary while he continued gathering the remaining rare roots for Harold.
He parked his ordinary-looking car a block away and walked the re
