Chapter 239:

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“It’s fine,” I said, turning to get back into the carriage. “This is just the first one. Let’s go see the next. But remember, Sonny, thinking from the client’s perspective is always the first priority.”

Sonny nodded heavily. When he took the reins, his eyes were more determined than ever before.

As the carriage turned around to leave, I glanced back at the shacks. In the doorway of one, a tall man stood with his arms crossed, watching us coldly. His gaze was like a viper waiting to strike.

I pulled my gaze away, alarm bells ringing in my mind. This world was far more dangerous than I had imagined.

I needed a place that was absolutely secure.

Haven Kramer POV

After the first failure, Sonny Sawyer was much more cautious. He decided against the second property, another cheap option in the suburbs, even though its conditions were better.

“Ma’am, let’s go straight to the third one,” he said to me in the carriage, his face apologetic. “The second one is safer than the first, but it’s still too far from the city. Logistics and commuting would be inconvenient for a new business.”

I looked at him, a little surprised. He had not only learned his lesson but was starting to proactively think from my perspective about more issues.

I nodded. “Alright. I’ll follow your lead.”

The carriage turned and headed back towards the city center. This time, we entered a completely different district.

𝗡𝘦w 𝘸𝘦е𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘩а𝗉t𝗲𝗿ѕ 𝗈𝗇 𝗴𝘢𝗅𝗻𝘰𝘃𝘦𝗅𝘀.𝘤о𝗆

The streets here were paved with smooth flagstones, lined with neatly trimmed greenery and elegant gas lamps. The air was free of the suburban dust, filled only with a faint scent of flowers.

“This is Magnolia Street,” Sonny explained, his voice tinged with awe. “It’s one of the most prestigious streets in the capital. The people who live here are all prominent figures.”

Through the carriage window, I did see the crests of several high-ranking families. Security was tight, with a guard post every hundred meters and patrols everywhere.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a three-story townhouse. It looked a bit old, its red brick walls covered in ivy, but the structure was still solid, exuding a quiet elegance.

“This is it,” Sonny said, jumping down, his eyes shining as he looked at the building. “The previous owner was an elderly scholar who passed away last month. His children are in a hurry to divide the inheritance, which is why they’re willing to sell.”

I stepped out of the carriage and immediately understood why Sonny had recommended this place.

The location was perfect. It was on the border of a bustling commercial district and a quiet residential area, offering both business convenience and a relatively private environment.

Most importantly, its back door opened onto a secluded alley, and at the end of that alley was the capital’s largest market for herbs and alchemical materials. For my “Morning Star” project, this was an unbeatable location.

Sonny took out a key and opened the heavy oak door. A faint scent of old books and wood wafted out.

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