"Where?" Evelyn Sherman looked at him curiously.
"The old Yale Family mansion," Chester Yale said as he looked up at Grace Yakov, took the fingerprint mold out of his pocket, and placed it on the table.
"This is..." Grace Yakov's eyes widened in astonishment.
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The old Yale Family mansion.
This time, Chester Yale did not keep a low profile; instead, he arrived at the long-sealed old Yale Family mansion with a formidable array of bodyguards.
A row of black luxury cars was neatly parked at the gate entrance.
The car door opened, and Chester Yale got out first, walked around to the other side, opened the car door, and carried Evelyn Sherman out of the car.
As he looked up, he just saw Collins Aiden carrying Ella Jackson out of the car behind them.
The four of them walked toward the old Yale mansion together.
There were many weeds in the yard; even though they were withered, they were still knee-high, making it difficult to walk through.
