The old Delevon estate stood beneath the darkness of the night.
Once considered one of the most magnificent private residences in Vellfire City, the property had been abandoned following Edward Delevon's death.
Its towering gates were covered in rust. The gardens had become overgrown, and several windows were broken.
Yet tonight, a single light was visible on the second floor.
Inside the leading black SUV, Clara stared at the building.
"Is the perimeter ready?" she asked.
Aaron checked his communication device.
"Yes, madam. Our security team has secured the northern and eastern roads. The police are positioned approximately five hundred meters from the property."
"And the western entrance?"
"Two officers are monitoring it."
Clara nodded.
"Good. Nobody enters until I give the signal."
Arthur, sitting beside her, glanced at the old estate.
"Are you sure Richard is here?"
