The Prince of Orchid Mountain's tomb, the treasure chest, the key, Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge, and Black Rose. James looked at Black Rose, gracefully clad in a black leather jacket. He was lost in thought. Was it coincidence, or was this all part of a larger plan?

"General, please grant me your protection," Black Rose pleaded, a desperate expression on her face. James glanced at her.

"You just told me someone murdered all your companions. Not only did you not run away, but you followed the attacker to Cansington. Now you're asking for my protection. How is that logical?"

Black Rose explained, "The murderer who took the chest isn't the mastermind. He wanted the box for himself and didn't hand it over. Instead, he escaped to Cansington to lie low. That's why I followed him. I have the key. If the mastermind finds out, I won't survive."

"Who's the mastermind?" Black Rose shook her head.

"I'm not sure. I never dealt with them directly. It was always my eldest brother, but he's dead now."

"Who's the murderer?"

"I don't know. It was pure chaos in the tomb. I was heavily injured, and it was dark. I couldn't get a good look while trying to survive." James held out his hand.

"And the key?" Black Rose reached behind her, producing a key from her pocket. James studied it. It was small and unremarkable; just like any other key.

"Is this it?" "Yes. This is the key to the treasure chest. The chest is unique. Nothing can unlock it except this key, not even with the latest technology."

James kept the key, saying, "Go to Common Clinic and look for Henry. Stay with him. He's currently at the Southern Plains, so go after a few days."

James turned to leave. He didn't want to get involved. However, since this involved Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge, his family heirloom, he had no choice. He knew nothing about the painting except that it had been famous for years in the world of antiquities. Currently, it was the most expensive painting in the world, with several forgeries circulating, but the real painting remained unseen.

After James left the parking lot, Black Rose quickly followed. After leaving, James checked his phone, noticing a missed call and message from Thea. He didn't call back, instead heading to the job fair on his electric motorcycle. Ella Corporation, an internationally renowned corporation, had a branch in Cansington.

In the Human Resources manager's office, Thea sat on the couch, legs crossed, holding a cup of water Hank had poured for her. He was staring at her intently. She felt uneasy.

"H-Hank."

"Thea, it's hot. Drink some water. We'll talk afterwards."

Hank stared at Thea. From his standing position, he could see down her shirt. He was becoming excited. He had drugged the water. As long as Thea drank it, she would be at his mercy. "Drink up, Thea."

Hank's anticipation grew. Fantasizing about what was to come, he stared at Thea's figure, his mouth dry. Thea took a sip from her cup. Hank sighed with relief. He sat opposite her and began chatting her up, waiting for the drug to take effect. "Thea, you're the most beautiful, most elegant woman I've ever seen."

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