Meanwhile, instead of heading to his company, Holden navigated his luxury car downtown, following the address Shawn had uncovered while tracing the origin of the bridal gown parcel.

He came to a halt on a sleepy, tree-lined street, where old stone row houses overlooked the glittering river. It was a quaint corner of the original city, in stark contrast to the gleaming high-rises looming in the distance.

Following the address, Holden easily spotted the shabby storefront, its faded lettering labeling it a tailor shop. Dust coated the windows, and the paint on the door was peeling.

As Holden stood scrutinizing the exterior, the door of the adjacent snack shop tinkled open. An older woman emerged, laden with bags, her eyes widening as she spotted him.

Bustling over, she appeared surprised but greeted him warmly, “My word, you've returned! It's been four or five years since your last visit here, right?"