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#171 “We Need to Find the Key.”

The warm, golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky as Sophia and Benjamin sat at the quaint little café, indulging in the simple pleasure of ice cream cones. Benjamin had insisted on this stop, eager to relive fond memories of their childhood together. As they savored the sweet treats, Sophia couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her, mingled with a hint of unease.

After they had eaten their ice cream, Sophia finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency, “Can we go back to the house now? I really want to look at it in detail, and I haven’t called Alexander yet.”

“Of course,” Benjamin agreed readily, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Sophia began rummaging through her bag, her brow furrowing in concern as she failed to locate her phone amidst the jumble of items.

“Is something wrong?” Benjamin inquired, his gaze full of concern as he watched her search.

“I don’t know where my phone is,” Sophia admitted.

“You must have left it in the house. Let’s go back and find it,” Benjamin suggested, his tone gentle yet decisive.

Sophia nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. Had she dropped it somewhere? Or had it been misplaced in the rush of excitement upon their arrival?

Rising from their seats, Sophia and Benjamin made their way back to the house, the fading light casting long shadows across the path ahead.

As Sophia and Benjamin returned to the house, the anticipation of unraveling her grandfather’s secrets hung thick in the air. Yet, Benjamin’s suggestion to search for clues momentarily diverted Sophia’s attention from her missing phone.

“Let’s focus on finding any hints or clues your grandfather might have left behind,” Benjamin proposed, his eyes alight with curiosity.

Sophia nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with possibilities. However, before they could embark on their search, Sophia felt compelled to share a recent revelation with Benjamin.

“Benjamin, there’s something you should know,” Sophia began, her tone grave. “Recently, some mobsters were looking for my grandfather’s collection. It seems like there’s more to his artifacts than meets the eye.”

Benjamin’s brows furrowed in concern, his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. “That’s troubling,” he remarked, his voice tinged with apprehension. “It suggests that there may be more at stake than we initially thought.”

With a shared sense of determination, Sophia and Benjamin set out to scour the house for any clues that could shed light on her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Room by room, they meticulously combed through every nook and cranny, their eyes trained for any sign of hidden secrets.

Hours passed in a blur as they methodically searched each room, their excitement mounting with each new discovery. Yet, despite their best efforts, they found no concrete evidence to unravel the mystery shrouding her grandfather’s collection.

Just as they were beginning to feel disheartened, their exploration led them to the study, a room that had remained largely untouched since her grandfather’s passing. As they entered, their eyes fell upon an ornate painting adorning the wall, its intricate details hinting at the possibility of hidden compartments or secret passages.

“Perhaps there’s something behind the painting,” Benjamin suggested his voice barely above a whisper.

With bated breath, Sophia approached the painting, her fingers tracing the edges in search of any hidden mechanisms. Suddenly, with a soft click, the painting swung open, revealing a hidden safe nestled within the wall.

Eyes wide with astonishment, Sophia and Benjamin exchanged a look of disbelief, their excitement palpable in the air. Yet, their elation was short- lived as they realized the safe was locked, its secrets tantalizingly out of reach.

“We need to find the key,” Sophia declared, her determination unwavering. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

For hours, they scoured the study, searching every drawer and cabinet in hopes of finding the elusive key. Yet, their efforts proved fruitless, and frustration threatened to cloud their resolve.

“It’s as if the key has vanished into thin air,” Benjamin remarked, his voice tinged with frustration.

Sophia nodded in agreement, her mind racing with possibilities. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.

“What if the key was meant for me all along?” Sophia mused, her eyes alight with newfound determination. ”

Perhaps my grandfather entrusted it to me, knowing that one day, I would uncover the truth hidden within these walls.”

“And what could that mean?” Benjamin asked. “Do you have any idea what he might have left for you to unlock the safe?'”

Sophia pondered Benjamin’s question for a moment, her gaze fixed on the enigmatic safe that loomed before them.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “But given my grandfather’s penchant for secrecy and his deep connection to his artifacts, I can’t help but feel that there’s something of great importance hidden within that safe.”

Benjamin nodded in understanding. It’s possible that he left behind something that he believed only you could decipher,” he suggested. ” Perhaps a clue to the true nature of his collection, or even a message meant specifically for you.”

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat at the thought, her resolve strengthening with each passing moment. “Whatever it is, I need to find a way to unlock that safe,” she declared, her voice resolute. ” If my grandfather entrusted me with this task, then I owe it to him-and to myself to uncover the truth.”