Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1385 Contraption

In the basement, the Mullen family was all shocked. ‘This isn’t just any basement, it’s a palace! they all thought.

“What a waste that such a beautiful place isn’t used for living in,” Carrie said regretfully.

Mr. Mullen Sr. chuckled. “Who says no one lives here? I stay here occasionally.”

Carrie opened her mouth to voice her thoughts, but she hesitated. She wanted to say that as members of the Mullen family, they should all live in such a wonderful place together, instead of Mr. Mullen Sr. living here alone, only occasionally, wasting all this space. She glanced at the other members of the Mullen family, who were all gazing in amazement and regret, but no one dared to speak up about wanting to live here.

While Mr. Mullen Sr. was not looking, Kisa quickly surveyed the area.

hall, decorated in luxurious European style, with complete sets of furniture. The walls were adorned with famous paintings from around the world. Expensive rugs covered the floor, and crystal chandeliers filled the roof, illuminating the hall like daylight. There were three arches leading in different directions, each leading to

look, not wanting

the three arches was obscured, the vastness of the area was palpable. The corners of the hall were dotted with small stone tables, each one showcasing an array of

the paintings adorning the walls. With sparkling eyes, he asked, “Grandpa, those paintings are simply breath-taking! Can I choose one

boy!” beamed

so much, Grandpa!” Arthur exclaimed with

rushed over to inquire about the jewelry. Mr. Mullen Sr., in a generous mood, allowed them to

to see that many of them were rare and limited-edition pieces, including a particularly valuable cat’s

women marveled at the jewelry, the men could not help but look around in fascination. Joe Mullen, Mrs. Mullen Sr’s fourth son, was just about to wander toward an arch when Mr. Mullen St. called him

arches lies a maze of mechanisms, and I

and quickly stepped back, his eyes wide with fear. He cautiously asked, “Dad, what’s