Chapter 107: Chapter 107

Third Person’s POV

Ding dong~

The security system on the speaker by the doorbell asked, "Who is it?"

"It's a delivery!" came the reply.

"You can leave it outside," was the response.

"We actually need your signature, ma'am."

"Oh, really? Just give me a moment."

The gate swung open, revealing two men in disguise, Adam and Brett. They were both wearing caps and delivery uniforms as they entered.

As soon as they stepped inside, they came face to face with the maid they had spoken to earlier.

"Good day, ma'am!" Adam greeted, tipping his cap and flashing a smile at the maid.

She couldn't help but be captivated by his dimples and his sun-kissed face.

Baby boy?

Adam was taken aback. Meanwhile, Brett was desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

"Where do I need to sign?" she inquired, looking at Adam.

Adam's mouth hung open for a moment before he closed it. They had forgotten to bring the fake document for the signing!

"Um... about that..." Adam stammered.

Seeing his struggle, Brett jumped in to save the situation.

"Ouch!" Brett winced, pretending to be in pain. He sat on the ground, clutching his stomach.

"Oh my goodness! Are you alright?!" The maid exclaimed, peering at Brett's face.

Brett glanced at Adam, signaling him to take advantage of the distraction.

Adam patted Brett's back. "You feeling alright, man?"

Brett winced, clutching his stomach. "It hurts so bad."

Adam turned to the maid. "Excuse me, miss. Could you please bring us a glass of water?"

"Of course! I'll be right back!" The maid hurried off to fetch the water.

Once she was out of sight, Brett dropped the act. He smirked at Adam. "You're such a klutz."

"Shut it," Adam shot back, glancing around. "I know where they keep the wine. Follow me."

Brett reached out for help, but Adam was already walking away, leaving him on the ground.

"That guy has no friends," Brett, who also has no friends, muttered.

Soon, Adam and Brett stood in front of the wine storage entrance.

"Here we are," Adam announced, pointing to the door.

They were just about to enter when a guard from the house spotted them.

"Hey! Who are you? Where do you think you're going?"

Without hesitation, the two men stopped in their tracks.

"I think we've been caught," Adam muttered to his companion. "Let's handle this with force." With that, he pushed Brett towards the wine storage.

Brett glanced back at Adam, who gestured for him to go inside.

"Go on. I'll take care of this," Adam assured him.

Brett grinned and said, "I canceled Agatha's contract. I think that should suffice as payment."

A smile crept onto Adam's face. "That's a generous gift."

Brett removed the whistle necklace from around his neck and tossed it to Adam. As Adam caught it, Brett dashed into the wine storage.

"Hey! You can't go in there!" The guard shouted, rushing towards them. But before he could reach Brett, Adam delivered a powerful punch.

Thud.

He was knocked out.

Adam let out a gasp, his hand stretching out in awe. "Dude, your face is seriously tough and solid."

The sound of the commotion caught the attention of many nearby. When Adam looked up, he noticed a group of guys staring in his direction.

"This is going to be a challenge," Adam muttered to himself before letting out a whistle. Soon enough, his crew came rushing in.

Meanwhile, Brett entered the wine storage room and spotted a massive painting hanging on the wall. Without wasting any time, he swiftly took it down and set it aside.

Suddenly, a hidden door appeared before him.

He cautiously reached out his hand towards the passcode lock, but then hesitated.

"Hold on. If Vincent came through here, why is it closed now?"

Just then, an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind him. Brett turned around, his eyes widening as he saw a man holding a knife, a sinister grin on his face.

"So, it's you, Mr. Holmes."

Brett took a step back, feeling uneasy. Even though he knew how to defend himself, he couldn't help but be on edge, especially with the man brandishing a blade.

"I've been wondering who had the audacity to send young master Vincent to trespass in this place," the man, named Mike, continued.

Just like Maxine, Mike is also a skilled assassin who was raised in secret by Ian Grim.

"Where's Vincent?" Brett inquired.

Mike gestured towards the closed door behind Brett. "He's inside. I had no other choice but to lock him up after catching him."

Brett felt a surge of raw anger, causing his veins to pulse. He clenched his teeth as his observant eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for anything he could use as a weapon.

"I can't die here like this. I can't..."

"Did you come here to uncover the truth about your sister's death?" Mike's words were like a flame that drew in the moth.

Brett's body froze in place as he slowly turned his head to face him, shooting him the iciest glare he had ever seen.

"Whoa," Mike gasped. "You're really relentless. It's been years since I took your sister's life."

Brett's muscles tensed up.

"I just can't fathom why you're so hell-bent on knowing about it instead of just letting it go. Well, I don't have a family, so I guess I can't really understand," Mike added.

Tears welled up in the corners of Brett's eyes. He had always imagined that one day he would confront the person responsible for his sister's death. And when that day came, he swore he would kill him without a second thought.

But reality had a way of being cruel, not kind.

Brett's rage was so intense that he felt paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. It was as if he was drawn to the flame like a moth, only to get burned in the end.

"Why..." he muttered, the bitter taste in his mouth making it hard to speak. "Why did you do it?"

Mike simply nodded, showing no remorse. He had no intention of sparing Brett's life, so there was no need to hide the truth.

"Your father-in-law wanted her dead," he revealed.

Brett's eyes squeezed shut, his hands clenched in anger. He already suspected it was Ian Grim, but hearing it confirmed only fueled his hatred further. The desire to confront Ian and exact revenge consumed him.

'How could he... How could he...!'

The memory of Ian's tears at his sister's funeral made Brett sick to his stomach.

'I'll make him pay... I swear it!'

"It's because your sister stumbled upon something she shouldn't have," Mike explained, moving closer to Brett.

Taking a deep breath, Brett opened his bloodshot eyes.

"Curiosity is a dangerous thing. She stumbled upon the hidden door and couldn't resist exploring what lay beyond the mysterious wall. And that's how she met her demise," Mike remarked. "This lesson applies to you too, Mr. Holmes. I'm afraid I have to send you back to your sister. Take solace in the fact that you'll be reunited."

Mike's smirk vanished as he tightened his grip on his blade and charged towards Brett.

Bam!

A bottle of fine wine crashed onto the ground, creating a barrier between Mike and Brett.

Brett shielded his face with his arms, while Mike took a step back. Both of them turned their attention to the woman who had thrown the bottle.

It was Maxine.

"You..." Brett gasped. "How did you...?"

Unlike Brett, Mike, who had anticipated his former friend's arrival, chuckled at the sight.

"You've returned! I thought you were off to rescue Agatha!" Mike laughed.

"Agatha is in danger?" Brett worriedly questioned.

"Brett," Maxine said firmly. "I'll handle this guy. You go and open the secret door."

"What confidence," Mike muttered under his breath. He made another attempt to attack Brett.

Maxine swiftly grabbed a bottle of wine and hurled it towards Mike as he lunged towards Brett. It struck Mike's right hand, causing him to drop his knife. Maxine then delivered a swift kick to his shin, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.

"Ouch!" Mike grimaced. He quickly retrieved the knife and swung it upwards, aiming for Maxine's neck. However, Maxine was agile enough to evade the attack. She skillfully dodged the first strike. As Mike swung the blade again, Maxine swiftly grabbed his wrist. With her right hand, she grabbed another bottle and forcefully smashed it against Mike's face.

Mike shielded his face with his left hand.

Krsskkkll!

The wine spilled all over his face and the shattered glass. He quickly bent his knees and used his left hand to push Maxine away.

“Ouch!” Maxine cried out in pain.

Mike got up, gripping the knife tightly in his right hand, his left hand now stained with blood.

“Damn it,” Mike muttered, glaring at Maxine.

Sitting on the floor, positioned to block Brett, Maxine raised her hand holding the broken glass.

Brett finally snapped out of his daze, realizing the danger. He trusted Maxine to handle the situation as she turned to face the door once more.

0, 8, 1, 7, 6, 0.

He recalled the code that Vincent had given him to use. And thus, Brett entered the six-digit numbers.

After the six beeps, the door swung open.

Brett pulled it open.

As soon as he did, he came face to face with two individuals.

There stood Vincent, holding a woman in his embrace.

"Brett," Vincent whispered with teary eyes.

Brett gazed at the woman in Vincent's arms, and his eyes widened in recognition.