Never See You Again

“I’m not here to drop you home.” 

“What?” 

It was only then that Maeve belatedly realized she had boarded Levi’s car without knowing their destination. 

Levi instructed the driver, Alex Smith, nonchalantly, “Alex, pull over.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Alex stopped the car at the side of the road. The night air was cold, and Maeve sneezed as she stepped out. 

Levi took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. 

“Follow me inside,” he said. 

Before them stood an unassuming villa, nestled in one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods. Each property in this area held immense value, and only the extremely wealthy or influentialcould live there. However, it appeared rarely occupied. 

“I didn’t expect you to own such a distinctive house here, Mr. Hackett,” Maeve remarked. 

“This isn’t mine,” Levi replied casually. 

Before Maeve could react, he pulled out a key. He coughed softly a few times, looking slightly unwell, and proceeded to open the villa’s door. 

Maeve stepped forward, asking, “Why would you have the key if this isn’t yours?” 

“A friend gave it to me.” 

There were few people in Seathburn City whom Levi would call friends. Maeve’s mind immediately turned to Zion. 

Levi swung open the door, and Maeve followed him inside. 

The villa appeared plain from the outside but was exquisitely decorated inside, with a timeless elegance. 

As Levi Dicked on the lights, Maeve took in her surroundings, noting the pristine condition that suggested regular maintenance. It was clear this wasn’t Levi’s first visit here. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have people clean it regularly.” Levi remarked, observing Maeve’s curiosity. “It’s been kept just as it was.” 

“Did Zion used to live here? she asked. 

Zion had never mentioned this place to her. On the yacht, he had hinted at fragments of his past, but she knew very little. 

Levi motioned for her to sit on the couch in the thing room. There, she noticed a wedding photograph hanging on the wall. 

It depicted a beautiful pregnant woman with a gentle smile, standing beside Bryan Spencer, the late eldest son of the Spencer family and its former patriarch. 

“This..” 

“This was Mr. and Mrs. Spencer’s wedding house,” Levt said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. 

Though he had been young at the time, he vividly remembered the genuine love between the couple. Unlike the superficial displays often seen in business circles, Bryan’s affectionate gaze toward Christine was unmistakably sincere. 

He continued, “The Spencer family originally stemmed from military origins, tracing back to Mr. Spencer Senior’s generation. With the onset of peace, they gradually shifted from the center of power to commerce in Seathburn City, ultimately becoming the renamed Spencer family we know today.” 

“Ilmow that, but what I don’t understand is why Zion had to suffer overseas and why didn’t the Spencers bring him back even if they had the means?” Maeve inquired. 

With the Spencer family’s vast influence, finding their only heir, Zion, should have been easy. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Spencer died in a meticulously planned car accident. Does that ring any bells for you, Ms. Scott?” 

“A car accident? 

Maeve’s thoughts raced to her own parents” fatal car crash, a chill running down her spine. “What do you mean?”