Such Coincidences?
In the easternmost area of district 7, the private residence called the Manor of the Wells Family was situated. This place had a spacious veranda facing the sea. It gave off the calming scenery of both the ocean and the sky, reuniting into the horizon.
A black vehicle passed through a remote underground tunnel and made a full stop in this manor. The man wearing a butler uniform was quick to open the door of the car and bowed his head. He then extended his right hand to assist the master of the manor.
"Welcome back, sir!"
The man who stepped out was actually Mr. Denver. And this manor was his retirement home.
"Mn. A private investigator named Arturo should be here in less than an hour. Send him to the veranda once he arrives," Mr. Denver casually spoke as he stepped out of the car.
"Yes, sir! I will do that," the butler responded and guided Mr. Denver until he reached inside the manor. "Shall I prepare a cup of tea?"