**“No one's allowed past this hallway," the security guard warned.**
Eva smiled tightly. “I'm with Dr. Hayes. Medical consultant."
She flashed a forged badge—one Lucas reluctantly generated after she showed him the photo of the burning wedding veil.
“Make it fast," the guard muttered, turning back to his screen.
She moved quickly.
Down the western wing of the old Fu estate building—sealed since the explosion five years ago. The corridor smelled of smoke-stained wood and bleach. Emergency lights flickered faintly above scorched floor tiles.
Every step felt like walking into a memory she didn't own… yet.
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The door at the end of the hall required biometric access.
She slid the print-gel patch Adrian once left on her tablet over the scanner.
Green light.
Click.
The room inside w
