Claire really didn't have a key, and there really was no one inside.
Not suspecting that he'd brought her to some fake location, Fu Qian casually surveyed the area before him.
There was no doubt that this was the lowest level of the entire building. Still, the ventilation was fairly good, and even the locked door was clean, clearly maintained by someone on a regular basis.
Perhaps that was why Claire's curiosity hadn't been stirred too much over the years since they'd married?
"This room has no windows of any kind, and Rick has always kept the key well hidden. Every time he goes in, he locks the door behind him, so I have no idea what it's like inside."
They said alcohol made people lose their inhibitions. Though she'd been brought here against her will, standing before these years of unknowns seemed to have subtly changed Claire's mood, adding a hint of curiosity about what lay beyond.
Her unconsciously quickening speech was proof.
"Believe me, if there were any way to open it, I would've gone in to take a look right away."
The next moment, she turned to Fu Qian and spoke with helpless sincerity.
"So how did Rick get out?"
Fu Qian stepped forward. There was no sign of doubt in his voice.
"After I came back, I told him about what happened at your place... One of the servants saw him hurry out without taking anything—"
Claire's words abruptly trailed off as she stared at the door, now pushed open a crack.
Her nearly frozen gaze fell on the object in his hand.
Was that... a hairpin?
Where had he gotten it? And how was he so good at this?
After being told that the man might be a superhuman with inhuman powers, Claire had