By almost ten o'clock, the traffic on the road had thinned out. The morning rush hour was over, with only a few pedestrians and vehicles passing by. The drive was smooth. Emily turned her head to look out the window, feeling a sense of detachment, as if in another world. “What are you thinking about?” Satan asked, holding the steering wheel with one hand and lightly brushing his fingers against her nose with the other. Emily frowned and swatted his hand away. “I was just thinking how efficient Dylan is. You should give him a raise.” Satan chuckled. “Alright, if you say so.” Emily turned back to him, her gaze fixed on his face. “Finding these photos wasn’t easy. Dylan managed to gather them all in one night. He’s really impressive.” “It’s not that difficult,” Satan said. “Sophia’s men aren’t exactly saints. Just pay them some money or use some tactics, and Dylan didn’t have to work too hard.” Emily raised an eyebrow. “But finding these people and convincing them isn’t exactly easy, right?” Satan tried to suppress a laugh and shook his head, slightly regretful. “Emily, you really don’t understand human nature.” “What do you mean?” “People die for money, birds for food. Once you find one of them and wire ten thousand dollars to their account, the others will naturally come to us. We don’t even need to search for them.” Emily was a bit speechless. “So, it’s all thanks to money?” Satan didn’t deny it. “Money can accomplish a lot of things.” Emily clicked her tongue. “Yeah, if I had money back then for my father’s surgery, maybe there wouldn’t have been an issue between us…” “That’s not possible,” Satan said. “Your life was meant to be mine, just in a different way and at a different time.” “You’re so confident? You think I’d definitely fall for you?”Satan reached out and ruffled her hair. “Of course, you’re meant to be mine.” Emily frowned and moved away, adjusting her hair in the rearview mirror. “So, where are we going now?” “To the office.” “Huh?” Emily was surprised. “Back to the office?” “Yeah,” Satan said. “Since you looked at some design-related books when you were staying with the Morgans, I want to test your learning results.” When they arrived at the office, Emily realized what this “test” was. An A3-sized blueprint was spread out on the conference room table. “This is…” “It’s the design that your mother made, the one stolen by Logan,” Satan added. “This is the original draft.” Emily was stunned. “The organizers wouldn’t usually show the original drafts. These documents are usually archived, and only the replicated versions are displayed. But this person has a good relationship with me. I promised him some favors, and he got this drawing back for me.” Emily practically rushed over. She examined every detail meticulously. This was left by her mother… she had almost thought she’d never see it again… Unfortunately, the blueprints used standardized fonts and formats. Even though this was a draft, she couldn’t identify her mother’s handwriting. “…I’ve seen this design before. The design concept is very advanced, and the approach is excellent. The target consumer group is also the middle class. Emily, with such vision and capability, your mother’s life shouldn’t have been too tight.” Emily was confused. “What do you mean?” “Your mother’s talent was outstanding. She had already improved her and her family’s living conditions with her design skills during her college years. I investigated and found out that the Windy Library was designed by your mother. She sold the blueprint to the library and received a handsome commission. And that’s just one of many. With her talent, she must have had other projects and more income. This income could have made her college years relatively affluent. She must have experienced a lot, and this garden-style apartment was likely her vision for the future.” Satan looked into her eyes and said softly, “Since she was so confident about her future income, why did your adoptive father and uncle’s lives become so strained after she passed away?” Emily was awakened from her daze. When she first saw news about the award for this blueprint, she had been puzzled. Her family wasn’t wealthy. Design was a costly field. The apartment her mother designed was clearly aimed at wealthy people. How could a girl from a poor family have such unrealistic ideas? Unless she could see her own future. “Your mother had some money,” Satan paused. “I guess there are two possibilities. One is that it was stolen by Logan and spent abroad. The other is—” “She left it for you.” Emily shook her head weakly. “But I never met her. By the time my adoptive father arrived, the doctor had already declared her dead.” Satan said, “Your mother was a very smart woman. Even though she was deceived by Logan and sacrificed everything, including her life, I’m sure she was already making plans when she knew about your existence. Emily, my friend told me a secret about this blueprint when he handed it over to me—” Emily held her breath instantly. “If you connect all the focal points of this building, it will form a very interesting shape.” As he spoke, the projector behind them turned on, and a white beam of light hit the screen, showing a 3D model of the building. Emily recognized it immediately; this model was her mother’s design. The professionals had turned the 2D blueprint into a 3D effect, making the building’s structure and appearance clear. Satan held the remote control and pressed a button. The focal points were marked with red light spots, which then extended into lines, converging to form a Chinese character— “Home.” “My friend is Chinese, and he understood the meaning of this character. So, when he gave me the blueprint, he told me that this character means ‘home.’”Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. Home… What was her mother trying to tell her? Satan said, “The place she once lived is her home. The place you grew up in is her home. Emily, she must have left something for you, hidden in some corner of your home.”