My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: The Dead House

[Jake’s POV]

Aldridge Lodge sat two hours outside the city, buried at the end of a private road lined with black trees and old stone walls.

It was not a lodge in the comfortable sense. There were no warm windows, no charming smoke from the chimney, no lazy porch lights waiting for family to return. The house rose from the dark like a memory that had learned to hate being disturbed. Gray stone. Steep roof. Narrow windows. A place built by men who believed wealth should look cold enough to discourage questions.

Darius drove.

He had not asked if I was sure. That was one of the things I liked about him. Darius did not waste time arguing after a decision had already become a direction. He simply checked his weapon, checked the road, checked the mirrors, and made the silence feel less empty by occupying it properly.

Claire was not in the car.

That had taken effort.

She had wanted to come. Of course she had. She had stood in the operations room with her hand still tight around my arm and that look on her face, the one that made anger feel like fear wearing better clothes. But we needed her at Apex Tower with Evelyn and Victoria. We needed the Pike approach ready by morning. We needed Nia and Cassandra tracing the signature from the inside. We needed someone who could think when I stopped pretending this was only strategy.

So Claire stayed.

She hated me for it.

Or maybe she did not.

Sometimes those two things looked the same on her.

My phone buzzed once.

Claire.

**Do not enter without checking the perimeter.**

A second later, another message followed.

**And do not make a joke about me saying that.**

I looked at the screen.

Darius glanced over. "Claire?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"That I should behave."

"Good advice."

"Everyone is very wise tonight."

"Except you."

I looked at him.

He kept driving.

The road narrowed as we approached the property. Nia had found old satellite images while we were still in the elevator. Aldridge Lodge had once belonged to Sofia’s father, used for hunting weekends, political retreats, and private negotiations where nobody wanted cameras nearby. After Sofia took control of the company, she shut it down. No staff. No events. No maintenance beyond the minimum required to keep the roof from collapsing and the taxes from becoming annoying.

Inactive for years.

Until tonight.

The key ping had come from here.

Once.

Then nothing.

That was the kind of silence that usually meant someone wanted us to hear it.

Darius killed the headlights half a mile from the gate.

The SUV rolled forward under the moonlight, tires whispering over wet gravel. The property wall appeared through the trees, moss-covered and high enough to look decorative while still meaning stay out. The iron gate at the entrance was closed.

Not locked.

Darius stopped the car.

"That is bad," he said.

"Because it should be locked?"

"Because it wants us to notice it is not."

I opened the door and stepped out into the cold.

The air smelled like damp leaves, old stone, and rain that had not yet decided whether to fall. Somewhere in the trees, branches moved with a soft scraping sound. The lodge stood beyond the gate, mostly dark, except for one narrow light burning in an upper window.

One light.

A signal, then.

Or bait.

The System appeared.

**[Ding!]**

**[Mission Objective Active!]**

**Objective: Investigate Aldridge Lodge.]**

**Warning: High-risk location.]**

**Reward: Sofia Status Fragment.]**

**Penalty: Severe if mission is abandoned.]**

Still no joke.

I hated that.

Darius moved beside me, weapon low but ready. "We do perimeter first."

"I was about to say that."

"No, you weren’t."

"I might have."

"You were looking at the window like an idiot in a horror movie."

"That is hurtful."

"That is accurate."

He went first.

We moved along the wall instead of through the gate, following the line of trees where the shadows were thicker. Darius checked the ground, the cameras, the gate wiring, the slope of the road. I watched the house. It watched back with that single lit window.

Around the east side, we found the first body.

Not dead.

Unconscious.

A man in a dark jacket lay half-hidden near the hedge, one arm twisted beneath him. Darius crouched, checked his pulse, then lifted the man’s collar enough to reveal a small earpiece and a blank security badge.

"Isabella’s?" I asked.

"Maybe."

"Or Sofia’s?"

Darius looked at the man’s face. "This one was watching the house. Someone dropped him."

That changed the shape.

We were not the first people here tonight.

Darius searched him quickly. No wallet. No phone. One pistol. Two spare magazines. A plastic access card with no markings.

He handed me the card.

I turned it under the moonlight. "Useful?"

"Trap."

"Everything is a trap."

He stood. "Then stop collecting them."

We kept moving.

On the south side of the lodge, the back door stood open.

Not wide. Just enough for darkness to breathe through it.

Darius stopped me with one hand against my chest.

I did not argue.

That was growth, apparently.

He entered first, silent for a man built like bad news. I followed two steps behind him, careful where I placed my feet. The kitchen inside smelled stale, dust and old wood, with the faint metallic bite of recently disturbed air. Nothing cooked here. Nothing lived here. But someone had passed through recently. The floor showed it. Thin trails through dust. One set heavy. One set smaller. A third dragged slightly.

My chest tightened.

Darius saw it too.

"Do not decide what it means yet," he said.

"I didn’t say anything."

"You breathed wrong."

"I have been getting reviews on my breathing all week."

He ignored that and moved toward the hallway.

The lodge was colder inside than outside. Old portraits lined the walls, Aldridge men in hunting coats, Aldridge women in pearls, dead faces painted to look permanent. Sofia’s family had built a museum to itself and called it a home. I understood, suddenly, why she had shut it down.

A place like this did not remember you.

It judged whether you belonged to its memory.

We reached the main hall.

The light upstairs glowed beneath a closed door.

Darius pointed to the stairs, then to himself, then to me. Stay behind.

I nodded.

We climbed.

Halfway up, my phone vibrated.

Nia.

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