Chapter 140 - A Name From the Past

The luxurious living room of the Vexley mansion's smaller wing seemed to hold its breath, as though the walls themselves were bracing for impact. The entire room was heavy with the scent of Mirabel's signature perfume—rich notes of jasmine and vanilla weaving through the room like silk ribbons, sweet and intoxicating but carrying a sharp undertone, as if even the scent itself sensed the storm gathering. The crystal chandeliers spilled a soft, golden light all around the room, their glow dancing on soft couches and polished marble floors, but that gentle warmth couldn't melt the frost that had settled over the space.