CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: THE MAGICAL SPIDERWEB

"Alright, it’s a deal." On that day, his mood was unprecedentedly good, and even the wind felt sweet.

But now thinking back, Adrian Lancaster felt a searing pain in his heart, as if dark-colored blood kept flooding out.

Sienna had moved on to someone else, yet he hadn’t been able to let go...

That girl was the only glimmer of light in Adrian Lancaster’s life, illuminating him in his darkest moments.

They met again in high school, and he fell in love with her.

But it was also she who had personally pushed him into an abyss of endless darkness. The pain of having and then losing made Adrian Lancaster now fear even the slightest bit of light.

He had gotten used to the darkness, which was why he was so guarded around Faye Turner.

The sound of knocking brought him back to reality, and he turned to open the door.

As the door opened, outside stood Ivy Jennings, just as expected.

"I washed a plate of strawberries, want to try some?" The woman spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone, "I actually have a few opinions about the project."

Clearly, she wanted to come in and talk to him.

Adrian Lancaster let go of the doorknob and turned toward the window.

Ivy was very pleased that he did not shut her out. With a slight curl of her lips, she carried the strawberries into the room and closed the door.

In the relatively closed-off space, it was just the two of them. This was something Ivy had dreamed of and had imagined and hoped for countless times.

She placed the washed strawberries gently on the small round tea table by the window, then stood next to him, turning her gaze to his handsome profile.

After a while, she, like him, looked out at the rainy scene through the window, "It’s just you, me, and Mr. Kerr here?"

"Dustin Shepherd isn’t coming; I have other arrangements for him tomorrow." That was Adrian Lancaster’s response.

But he made no mention of Faye Turner, which made Ivy a bit sad.

If he was bringing Faye Turner, why couldn’t he just say it? It’s just a business trip, does he have to take her along?

"If this area is to be transformed into a resort, I think it could be developed into a cluster of small villas. This would preserve privacy for everyone and also make it convenient for families traveling; city folks would find it more familiar too." Ivy expressed her thoughts.

Adrian Lancaster replied, "Let’s not decide on how to transform it yet; explore the advantages this place has first. Nowadays, there are many resorts, so why should people come here? What does this place have that others don’t? What can attract visitors and make them stay? That’s important."

At this moment, the rain hadn’t let up, but Faye Turner was quite eager, seemingly unable to wait any longer, and went out with an umbrella.

The inn was entirely made of wood, a total of three floors, a square quadrangle, with a quaint, classical charm.

This was a relatively underdeveloped village. She inquired at the front desk and then set out with her umbrella along the cobblestone path in the backyard, heading deeper into the village.

Less than 100 meters from the inn, there were two households, one with an old wooden house and the other with a red brick tile house.

From her judgment, such places were most likely to have spider webs.

So she followed the path, braving the rain, and reached the first household.

An old woman was sitting under the eaves looking into the distance; she stood up when she saw her.

"Hello, ma’am, may I come and sit for a while?" Faye Turner approached with a small floral umbrella, wearing a kind smile.

The old woman’s children worked away from home, and her husband had passed away the previous year. She was used to loneliness, so seeing someone come over, she was very welcoming, "Of course, of course."

Faye had a good presence and was well-liked. After a simple chat with the old woman, she began to observe whether the eaves of this old building held any spider webs.

The mountain air was quite damp and easily formed dew. Through her careful searching, she made some discoveries; each ’necklace’ was unique.

"Girl, what are you taking pictures of?" The old woman approached, handing her a piece of bread.

Faye reached out to take it, "Thank you, ma’am," and then started talking with her about the marvelous spider webs.

"Every morning, they sparkle, and you can see many such scenes in the wilderness. They’re not dewdrops; they’re the works of Miss Spider," the old woman told her with a joyful smile, "some necklaces are intricate, some are simple, but all are beautiful."

Here, the girl and the old woman were chatting.

Meanwhile, Adrian Lancaster came out from the backyard of the inn under a large black umbrella.