Jason drove through the towering iron gates of the Lincoln estate, the car's tires crunching over the perfectly maintained gravel driveway. The estate sprawled out before him—a grand, imposing structure that combined Victorian elegance with a hint of dark opulence. Ivy crawled up the stone walls, twisting around the ornate windows that stretched two stories high. The manicured gardens flanked either side of the driveway, neat rows of hedges and topiaries casting long shadows in the dim evening light.
He pulled up to the entrance, and the moment he stepped out, a few uniformed maids appeared, their expressions neutral but alert as they offered him a polite nod.
"Welcome home, Mr. Kole," one of them murmured, bowing slightly.