Beaten by my ex, now I'm a Trillionaire Heir

Ch-50

To anyone who moved on after the first glance, the small farmhouse at the edge of the Ashvale woods would look like it had been abandoned for years.

Ivy had grown so rapidly and densely that it almost choked the wooden beams, the windows were clouded with dust and grime that had accumulated with, and the fence had collapsed under its own weight.

But Nathan Cole knew better. To someone with an eye as sharp as his, the movement of shadows inside the house was enough prood of life.

Moreover, there were cables, that might be hidden, but clearly ran to a private grid. The security net was subtle but flawed.

He breached it in under thirty seconds.

His steps were silent as he entered through the back, the ring on his finger cool and dormant. That worried him. No pulse. No warmth. Harper wasn’t close.

A rusted hallway led to a steel door, polished on the inside. He keyed in the last cipher from Harrow’s old logs.

The door opened with a hiss.

Inside, an old woman in a lab coat stood hunched