The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 494

Cordelia had just left the front desk when the receptionist handed her a business card, which she absentmindedly tossed into her purse. She made her way to Eason's room, where he greeted her at the door.

Eason was tall and bespectacled, exuding an aura of scholarly sophistication that inspired an inexplicable trust. His handsome features bore the stamp of intellect and depth.

"You're here?" Eason greeted her casually, clad in a crisp white shirt.

"Yeah."

The two interacted as if they were old friends, with a sense of familiarity hanging in the air. An unspoken bond of trust and understanding resided between them that was hard for others to comprehend.

"I've found some stuff. Come, let's take a look," Eason said, pressing the play button on the TV remote.

The television screen flickered to life, displaying a series of photos and videos.

"These are all images of Alana and Seth. Seth has been bedridden for years, and Alana has returned to London. You should be safe for now. As for why Alana is targeting you, my guess is that it's related to your ancestry, but you're definitely not Allison's daughter. If you were, Alana wouldn't be acting like this. The only explanation is that you're the daughter of someone powerful and Alana's nemesis," Eason mused. "But your true lineage remains a mystery, even to someone of my caliber."

Cordelia attentively watched the images on the screen. She had long known that uncovering her true origins would be a daunting task, and she certainly didn't expect Alana to reveal them willingly.

"As for the mole on Alana's ear, the only explanation is that she had it removed. This is all the information and photos I've managed to collect," said Eason, flipping through the images one by one.

After hours of poring over the photos and videos, Cordelia felt herself growing weary.

"I think I'll call it a night," Cordelia announced, rising to leave. "Goodnight, Eason."

"Have you seen him?" Eason asked as Cordelia reached the door.

Cordelia paused, knowing exactly who Eason was referring to. "Yes, I did."