Chapter 889:
Brad chuckled, his voice low and smooth.
“Exactly.”
She was curious about the land as well—the place everyone seemed to be talking about.
When they reached Echo Valley, the area lay silent beneath the night sky. Only the distant glow of the city outlined the gentle rise of the hills.
Brad parked by the roadside, and they stepped out into the cold air.
The grass swayed up to their knees, whispering softly in the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a crow called, breaking the stillness.
“These two plots—A7 and A8,” Brad said, his gaze sweeping across the land. “Gregg has been holding onto them for years, waiting for the right moment to sell. The district is booming now.”
He paused slightly.
“The time has finally come.”
Each cautious step sank slightly into the soft, uneven ground as Rylie moved forward, her high heels making the task even more difficult. Scanning her surroundings, she asked,
“So Echo Valley was restored rather than completely rebuilt, right?”
Brad nodded.
“Yes. Rebuilding it from scratch would have erased its historical value. The geologists have already inspected the area. Aside from the rough terrain, the softness of the ground makes construction tricky. But for Detour Inc., that’s hardly a problem. Terrance and Gregg have probably already found a workaround.”
Rylie took in the scenery, her tone thoughtful.
“It’s a stunning place with tremendous potential. With the right development, it could yield remarkable profits.”
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She continued forward, her gaze fixed ahead.
Brad walked beside her, watching her focused expression with quiet amusement.
“What gives you that confidence?”
“This area, surrounded by mountains and lakes, could easily become a prime resort destination,” Rylie replied.
Just then, her heel sank into a hollow in the dirt, nearly throwing her off balance. Brad reacted instantly, catching her by the arm.
“Watch your step.”
Once she steadied herself, Rylie looked down, narrowing her eyes as though something had caught her attention. Instead of moving on, she crouched, switched on her phone’s flashlight, and began brushing away loose soil and weeds with careful, deliberate movements.
Brad leaned closer, curiosity written across his face.
“What is it? Did you find something?”
Rylie didn’t answer right away. Her fingertips brushed against something solid buried beneath the dirt, the very object that had caused her to stumble.
She carefully lifted a few fragments and held them under the dim light. Her gaze sharpened. These were not ordinary stones, but shards of green bricks, their aged texture and craftsmanship still visible despite cracks and weathering.
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