Chapter 521
T/T
Maeve and zincircled the memorial hall twice, but it was empty–no useful information or valuable items in sight
“Don’t waste your energy,” Zion said as he carefully put the memorial plaques back in their original spots. “If there was anything valuable here, Philip would have taken it by now.”
They had turned the hall upside down, searching every corner, but found nothing.
“Could it be that the so–called family secret is a myth? Maeve wondered aloud, then fell silent.
After all, if there were any treasure in Seathburn City, people would have come searching for it over the years.
“The treasure isn’t a myth. Our ancestors just hid it really well,” Zion replied
He glanced at the memorial plaques and said, “Let’s head back for now. We have the key, so we can return anytime,”
“Zion, I feel deeply unsettled,” Maeve said with a tense expression.
Zion pulled her into an embrace, and his voice was low and comforting “Don’t worry I’m here for you. I’ll protect you from any harm.”
As Maeve leaned into Zion, her gaze fell on the red pillars behind him. An idea suddenly struck her. “Zion, do you think… there might be something under the pillars?” Zion released Maeve and turned to look at the red pillars.
“I remember the Scott family’s memorial hall has been here for centuries without anyone touching it, let alone repairing it,” Marve said. “If there’s nothing in the beams, beneath the floor, or behind the walls, could it be that there’s something under these pillars?”
They had searched every inch of the memorial hall except under the pillars.
Hearing this, Zion walked over to one of the pillars, crouched down, and examined the base. Despite the hall being ancient and never repaired, the foundation remained solid. Zion knocked on the ground and said, “It’s hollow underneath.”
Marve crouched beside him. “It’s hollow, then there must be something hidden down there. I’ll call for help”
“Wait,” Zion stopped Marve from pulling out her phone. He frowned and said, “The fewer people who know, the better. I handle it.”
“You?”
Maeve asked skeptically. “Are you sure you can manage?”
“Why? Don’t you trust your man? zion teased.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you.” Marve began, but Zion had already rolled up his sleeves. He patted her head and said, “Be good. This is a man’s job.”
Maeve raised an eyebrme “Alright then, you do your part, and I’ll get the tools.”
“Great,” Zion replied fondly.
Marve headed to the Scott Estate’s front yard, found some usable tools, and brought them back to the memorial hall. She placed a box of tools in front of Zion and asked, ” these do?”
Zion glanced at the hammers, pliers, and some rusty shovels inside the box. “Do you guys usually use these around the house?”
“I think so. I found them in the attic, Maeve replied. She remembered seeing these tools while playing hide–and–seek as a child, so she checked the attic earlier and found them there
Zion picked up a tool and inspected it. “Not bad. They should work.”
He then noticed a folding chair in the box and asked with a grin, “And what’s the chair for, Ms. Scom?
“I thought I might get tired waiting, so I brought a chair for myself,” Maeve replied.