Bernard's eyes flickered open in the dim light after a long silence. His gaze had regained its composure, but it remained deep, akin to an abyss.
"Douglas, how would you treat a treasure that's been lost and found?" he asked.
"I'd probably worship it."
Douglas sighed in relief when he saw Bernard return back to himself. He promptly ended the call to Johnson.
"I was being too anxious," Bernard muttered to himself.
Douglas was confused. He couldn't seem to keep pace with Bernard's thoughts. Relationships, he realized, were like a complex puzzle.
…
Hera hailed a taxi and directed the driver to an address on the outskirts. She owned a villa there that was purchased before her move to Norburgh. Conveniently situated on the border between Norburgh and Jedburgh, it served her future plans well.
As she did, a text message popped up on her phone.
"Are you still alive out there? If you don't return soon, your room will be gone!"
It was from an unknown number, but Hera recognized it as Gino's.
"Sir, please change the destination to No. 8 Oak Estates," Hera instructed.
That was the Everett residence's address.
Hera stepped out of the car at the villa's entrance 40 minutes later. The gate stood wide open, with two large trucks filling the yard and workers in uniforms bustling about seemingly moving belongings.
She wondered if they were moving.
"Mr. Gideon, what about the piano? It's worth a hundred thousand dollars. Perhaps Ms. Hera would still want to use it," Judy fretted as she watched the workers move the piano out.
"I'll get Hera a new one if she wants to learn the piano. There's no need for second-hand items," Gideon stated while seated on the sofa with his legs crossed.
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