CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Miss Flores intentionally gave them the wrong address. Was she afraid they might call the police?

Nina stepped out from behind the door with a polite smile, addressing the plump woman, "Sorry to bother you, we're looking for a friend. Her name is Miss Flores. Do you know her?"

The woman thought for a moment before slapping her thigh in realization. "Oh, Miss Flores? Yeah, I know her. She's upstairs. I heard she bought the whole floor. She's well-off, but it's a sad story. Her son passed away." After sharing this, the woman closed the door, leaving them to ponder.

Her son had died, and she bought the entire floor, yet she told them it was Unit 501. What was her intention? Was it really just to prevent them from involving the police?

Nina and Nash exchanged glances, both sharing the same suspicions.

What they didn't know was that every move they made was being watched by Miss Flores.

At that moment, Miss Flores sipped red wine, listening to children's songs while lovingly gazing at a crystal coffin. Inside, a four-year-old boy lay peacefully, as if in a deep sleep. "My dear boy, you'll have company soon. Don't worry, Mommy has good taste. He's handsome and adorable. You'll like him."

Just then, the monitor at the door showed two figures, Nina and Nash. Miss Flores glared at the screen, confirming there was no sign of Orion, and her fury flared.

dare you deceive me! If my son can't have a

shouts echoed through the room, catching the attention of Nina and Nash outside, who immediately

we know you're

don't open up, we'll call for

the door as Miss Flores let out a cackling laugh, changing

didn't bring the child, she would make them come in

voice, "Come in then. It's an honor to have you

emitting a faint red glow, giving off an unsettling vibe. Strange symbols were drawn on the walls.

do you

lights, brightening the room and

the mood for tea," Miss Flores said, pouring two glasses of wine

to leave, so Nash got straight to the point. "You