Chapter 93 Ninety Three

• A long driveway led to a grand white vintage mansion surrounded by sizeable lush gardens and colorful flower beds. The Rothslor manor looked like something out of a movie. Being the sole owner of such a grand property, Benedict Astor wasn't well off. He was filthy rich.
• How did my father’s sister land such an affluent man? More importantly, why did such a wealthy person need to follow Satan and ruin other people’s lives with black magic? What did others have that they did not?
• As I took in the views of the majestic estate through the car window, I couldn’t help but wonder why they were after us, why they accepted us as their guests, and whether we made the right decision by accepting their invitation.