At his words, one of the men finally cracked. He stammered out, "We’re just low-level members! We don't know much about the inner workings, but every month we go to a chapel to pray. The High Priest bestows Holy Water upon us. After drinking it, we feel younger, our lifespan increases, and even our mental clarity improves significantly. Our companies always see a massive surge in growth during that month—it’s all a blessing granted to us by the High Priest!" The others nodded frantically in agreement. This was the extent of their knowledge. Prayer at a chapel? Eliza’s brow furrowed. Why hadn't she heard of this? Even after interrogating Wendy, such a detail hadn't surfaced. "Is that all?" Ronaldo asked, clearly unconvinced by their story. "We just give a fixed percentage of our company dividends to the Redemption organization every month. To us, the organization is nothing more than a major shareholder. We truly don't know what they do. We only know the people behind it are incredibly powerful, and we were only granted entry through a referral! It’s the truth, I swear! If you don't believe me, I can give you the address of the chapel. It’s a privately owned building. No one goes there during the day, and it’s usually deserted. People only gather there on the fifteenth of every month. We all go there at ten o'clock on the night of the fifteenth." As he spoke, he typed the address into his phone and showed it to Tristan. Tristan was intimately familiar with the local geography. The location of this private chapel was indeed remote, situated far from any residential areas or major roads. "Investigate it," Tristan commanded, handing the location to Ronaldo. Ronaldo immediately dispatched men to scout the area. Eliza was surprised at how quickly they had broken. "Do you think they’re telling the truth?" "I do." "Why?" "Because your brother is more terrifying than the Redemption organization." Tristan smiled as he spoke, but Eliza couldn't bring herself to smile back. To her, he was a warm, protective older brother; but in the eyes of these men, he was clearly a demon who wouldn't hesitate to kill. Tristan led Eliza out of the hall. She glanced down at her phone. Today was the twelfth, meaning they were only three days away from the fifteenth. If they knew the location and the time, they might be able to infiltrate the chapel and see the truth for themselves. "It’s no use," Tristan said, reading her thoughts. "Anyone entering a Redemption gathering must have a formal invitation, and those invitations are likely specially made. Even without an invitation, one would need a badge like the one Wendy had. We have neither. Going there blindly would only alert them to our presence." "Who says we need to go blindly? I think I have a way." "Oh?" Tristan looked at his younger sister with genuine intrigue. Eliza offered a faint smile. "You'll see when the time comes." She wasn't trying to be cryptic; she just knew her plan was a bit too risky—and perhaps a little unethical. Meanwhile, in Westbrook. Taking advantage of Tyson being at work, Elaine walked up to the door of the second-floor study. Just as she reached for the handle, she discovered the door was locked. Most people didn't lock their home studies. There were clearly secrets inside that he didn't want anyone to see. Elaine frowned. A maid approached her at that moment. "Do you need something, Ms. Elaine?" "I just wanted to tidy up the room for Tyson. It’s strange—why is this door locked?" "This isn't the master's bedroom; it's his study." Seeing as Elaine had only been there for a day, the maid assumed she was simply lost. "If you'd like to clean his bedroom, it's the second door down the hall. But there's no need for you to trouble yourself; we can handle those small tasks." "How can I let you do that? Tyson is my fiancé; I should be the one looking after him. I think the study could use some fresh air, though. Since it's not convenient for me to go in, why don't you unlock it and open the windows to let the room breathe?" "I'm afraid only Julio has the keys to the study. I can go and ask him for you." "Never mind," Elaine replied quickly. "It seems there are very important things inside that shouldn't be disturbed. I'd better not go looking for trouble."