The official personnel always act with extreme caution, only making a move when fully confident, but he cannot wait another minute.
Daisy Ginger is here; his intuition tells him that Ian Linton has run out of places to hide her, and except for this small island in the sea, he has no other place to conceal Daisy Ginger.
Edward Stephens went ashore and walked straight towards the villa door.
The luxurious and exquisite villa hall unfolded before him.
The air was filled with a faint scent of roses, the perfume Daisy Ginger regularly uses. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the entrance for a few seconds before stepping into the hall.
The villa's interior was warmly decorated, even faintly styled like Daisy Ginger's villa; on the crystal coffee table, a few fresh purple roses were placed in an Italian-style vase. Edward Stephens raised his hand to gently touch the petals, noticeably feeling that they had just been picked.
Someone lives here.
