Chapitre 113: HARLEY: Two Weeks

Harlow, thankfully came like I asked him to. He was waiting outside at the gate, and I had to leave the house to meet him. 

"Isn't this a bit creepy?" he asked as we headed into the house towards the vault room. A chuckle broke from me. "It is not." 

"Yes, it is. Even our father wouldn't build something this big and call it a family house. Someone could get lost here." 

I had to agree with him on that. I still hadn't even explored the building completely. Arriving at the vault room, I pressed my palm against the door, the system scanning my palm print. They added my print so I could access the room without needing someone to do it for me. 

Harlow stepped in behind me into the room and came to a stop, his brow lifted. "Now this is magnificent," he mumbled under his breath at the futuristic look of the vault room—a room that was worth millions of dollars.