Chapter 520

Maeve didn't buy Zion's story for a second. She pushed his hand away. "Behave yourself." "Alright, I'll listen to my wife," Zion said with a smile. On the way back, Maeve examined the key in her hand. Its craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly from a century ago. The unique shape of the lock was also quite rare. "Let's drive to the Scott estate. I want to check out the memorial hall," Maeve said. "Philip mentioned there's nothing valuable in the memorial hall. Or maybe the items there aren't valuable but hold some secret," Zion said in a low voice. "Since my dad valued the memorial hall so much when he was alive, it must hide something important. Maybe Uncle Phil couldn't find it because it's inconspicuous." Maeve remembered her childhood visits to the memorial hall. She had been too young then, and although she was curious the first time she entered, there was nothing of interest beyond that. Seeing Maeve's seriousness, Zion gently tapped her forehead and said affectionately, "Al