Chapter 522

Maeve pulled the folding chair out of the box and set it down next to Zion with a cheerful grin. "Alright, Mr. Spencer, show me what you've got." Seeing her smile, Zion reached out and gave her rosy cheek a playful pinch. "Alright, I'll try not to keep my wife waiting too long." He tapped the floor tile beneath the column, and with a sharp crack, the tile broke open. Zion chuckled softly and said, "Looks like this place hasn't seen a renovation in a hundred years." "What?" Maeve leaned closer and saw the tile shattered effortlessly. After a moment, she remarked, "That tile must have cost a pretty penny." "I'll cover the cost," Zion said as he lifted the dirt-covered bricks beside the pillar. Inside, he discovered a sealed mahogany box that looked remarkably antique—like something from a century ago. "This mahogany box is exquisitely crafted. It must be valuable." "Definitely a relic from a hundred years ago." Maeve noticed the intricately designed lock on the box and frowned. "