Chapter 890:
Her brows drew together.
“This is…”
Determined to learn more, she sifted through the surrounding soil and uncovered several pottery fragments, each bearing traces of intricate patterns faded by time.
Brad crouched beside her, studying the designs.
“There used to be a porcelain factory around here. Maybe these are just remnants from their old kilns.”
Rylie shook her head slightly.
“I don’t think so. I’ve collected antiques before, so I can tell the difference. These pieces are ancient, probably unearthed after the factory was torn down.”
She swept the light from her phone across the uneven ground, noticing a peculiar contrast. The vegetation here was sparse compared to the surrounding area, and several patches revealed compacted layers of discolored soil beneath the surface.
Straightening up, Rylie brushed the dirt from her palms, her expression darkening with unease.
Brad immediately sensed the weight behind her look and spoke gravely.
“Are you suggesting there’s an ancient tomb beneath us?”
As he expected, Rylie gave a faint nod. She pointed to the soil beneath their feet, then gestured toward plot A8. Her voice remained calm but firm.
“These ceramic fragments are most likely burial relics. Even if they aren’t, there’s definitely an ancient site here that the survey team missed. Since this place used to be a porcelain factory and the surveyors weren’t archaeologists, it’s no surprise they failed to investigate deeper.”
Brad’s expression tightened.
“So they overlooked it completely. That means the two plots currently up for bid contain no mention of any underground tombs in their reports.”
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Their eyes met, both silently grasping the significance of the discovery.
If Rylie’s suspicion was correct, plots A7 and A8 would instantly lose all market value, and Detour Inc.’s major investment would collapse overnight.
Once identified, such ancient sites would be sealed off by the authorities as protected cultural heritage, permanently prohibiting construction and rendering the land useless for commercial development.
Rylie straightened, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
“It’s not the first time something like this has happened. Subway tunnel projects often run into buried ruins too.”
Then, with a trace of mocking amusement, she added,
“Terrance’s luck has really run dry. If he ends up winning those plots, he’ll suffer massive losses and sacrifice his daughter for nothing. It seems fortune is finally favoring me.”
Brad’s lips curved into a knowing smile.
“Or perhaps it’s your parents guiding you, making sure you reclaim what rightfully belongs to you.”
The words lingered between them, swallowed by the quiet of the night. A gentle breeze swept through the valley, teasing strands of Rylie’s hair across her face. She stood still for a moment, her eyes glimmering softly in the dim light, before a low, wistful laugh escaped her lips.
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