Chapter 333
Elliot
I look at the Han Mansion and clench my fingers around my tote bag.
It's been in multiple magazine spreads—one of the city's historical spots, passed down through generations, a monument to old money and older power. Seeing it in person is different. The stone walls, the iron gates, the gardens that stretch out like something from a dream.
The guard lets me in through the tiny side gate and I step inside, heart pounding.
This place is beautiful.
The garden stretches before me, manicured and wild all at once. Roses climb trellises. Hedges shape hidden paths. Is that a fountain?
I stop, just staring.
Wow.
I keep walking, my tote bag swinging at my side, my eyes hungry for every detail. This is where she lives.
I'm so lost in the beauty of it that I don't hear the footsteps until it's too late.
Someone grabs my arm. Rough. Insistent.
"Elliot." Damien's voice, low and sharp. "What the hell are you doing here?"
