CHAPTER 73
Author: Benazir
last update2024-11-30 13:37:06

Louis gripped the necklace tightly as he approached the Kindsor estate, the weight of its engraved coordinates pressing on his mind.

Beside him, Terminator X leaned against a sleek black SUV, waiting near the edge of the estate’s sprawling grounds.

"You’re late," Terminator X muttered, his arms crossed.

"I’ve been scouting the area. The hidden chamber is close. I can feel it."

Louis nodded, his jaw set with determination.

"Let’s not waste any more time. If this chamber holds what we think it does, it could change everything."

Together, they navigated through the estate grounds, using the necklace’s coordinates as their guide.

The Kindsor estate was vast, with meticulously maintained gardens, towering hedges, and ornate architecture that whispered of old money and dark secrets.

Despite its beauty, Louis felt only a cold unease.

After nearly an hour of searching, Terminator X stopped abruptly, pointing to a weathered stone wall partially obscured by overgrown ivy.

"Here," he said, pull
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