The interior of the villa was very strange, like two different worlds. On one side, there were dark, windowless walls adorned with moons, suns, stars, and some bizarre patterns.
On the other side, colorful paintings filled the space with vitality and a sense of joy. The two styles starkly represented different worlds.
This man, it seemed, wasn't an artist—he was a perverted perfectionist!
Ella had just gotten off the plane, and her body felt completely cold, as if frozen. But as soon as she stepped into the hall, the warmth of the heating system hit her, though she still couldn't stop herself from shivering slightly.
She had arrived! But where was Elias?
Her heart sank as she scanned the entrance and the main hall, but she didn't see anything belonging to a child. That meant... maybe Elias wasn't here?
Even if he wasn't, this man would definitely know where Elias was!