The Stalker

Upon hearing that, Aman walked over curiously. He also wanted to know what treasure the old master had left behind.

After rotating the enormous portrait, an opening leading upward was revealed. Aman climbed inside.

Not long after, he returned with a disappointed expression. The so-called treasure turned out to be the view outside. Though the scenery was beautiful, it was not what he had wanted.

One wondered what the woman who had undergone plastic surgery to look like this and wasted her youth for the so-called treasure would think after learning the truth.

The so-called treasure was merely the scenery outside. After Genta and the others learned the news, they were also deeply disappointed. They had thought it would be gold, silver, and jewels!

"No matter what, we still have to thank you. If it weren't for you, we might never have known where the treasure was, nor would we have known that my mother-in-law had already passed away. No wonder she seemed a little off."

"Perhaps my wife discovered her identity, which was why she was cruelly burned to death. Sigh." Aman let out a sigh.

"Yes. If you hadn't discovered who she was, perhaps she would have come after us one day." Takamasa said.

That woman was no good person. She already had more than a dozen lives on her hands and had gone completely mad over the so-called treasure.

"Then we'll be taking our leave. Thank you again, Mr. Aman, for letting us stay here."

"Leaving so soon? Why not stay until after dinner? I've already had the people downstairs prepare the meal," Aman said.

"That's right. You helped us tremendously this time. It was fortunate that you came here to stay the night, or we would still be completely in the dark."

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