Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 294: Corrupt

While she acted the fool, she slowly, deliberately edged toward the second master bedroom. Every step was masked by exaggerated curiosity.

She paused often, pretending that random decorations had caught her attention.

At one point, she even drifted close to Garin and laughed.

"If you give me a little convenience," she joked, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "maybe I’ll just skip this whole inspection."

She laughed again, sounding every bit like a corrupt officer fishing for favors.

Mr. Crow, perched discreetly on her shoulder, worked silently.

His perception swept through the mansion layer by layer.

Watching Lana perform so convincingly, he almost felt like applauding.

’No wonder she fooled me back then,’ he mused. ’This woman is terrifyingly good.’

Garin, on the other hand, was increasingly convinced.

His lips curled in a polite smile, though disgust flickered briefly in his eyes.

"You may take a look at whatever you like," he said generously.

Lana’s eyes sparkled.

As if she had been waiting for those words, she immediately headed toward the first master bedroom.

Without hesitation, she began touching various decorative items, lifting small vessels and examining them closely.

She turned back occasionally. "Can I open the drawers too?"

Her posture was anything but authoritative.

She looked more like a greedy lackey hoping to pocket something valuable.

By now, Garin’s guard had completely dropped. "Go ahead," he replied indifferently.

Lana opened the drawers and casually picked up a jade bracelet, followed by a few jade rings.

After setting them aside, she moved on to the next bedroom as if nothing were amiss.

Behind them, the maid leaned closer to Garin and muttered in displeasure, "This kind of corrupt officer should be reported."

Garin chuckled softly.

"If we reported people like her," he said calmly, "do you think people like us could continue doing what we do with such confidence?"

His eyes glinted. "We should keep in contact with her."

The maid frowned. "But she doesn’t seem to hold much power. She doesn’t look important enough to give us real information."

Garin shook his head slowly. "That’s where you’re wrong." His gaze followed Lana thoughtfully.

"If she were truly insignificant, Monica wouldn’t have brought her along."

A cold smile spread across his face. "People like her love money. Give her enough, and she’ll tell us everything."

The maid hesitated, still doubtful, but said nothing more.

Unbeknownst to them, every word and every reaction was being carefully noted.

Hearing those words, the maid narrowed her eyes slightly, then nodded in agreement, her expression turning thoughtful.

Meanwhile, Lana arrived at the second master bedroom.

The moment she stepped inside, Garin’s muscles tightened almost imperceptibly.

His smile never faltered, yet his gaze sharpened, following her every movement like an eagle watching prey.

He did not interrupt her, but the air around him grew faintly tense.

Lana behaved exactly as she had in the other rooms.

She wandered over to a porcelain vase, running her fingers over its smooth surface as if it were something priceless.

Her posture was relaxed, careless even.

At the same time, Mr. Crow’s voice echoed quietly in her mind. ’Three hundred meters below. A large chamber. The children are inside. There is also...’

Lana’s pupils shrank for a fraction of a second.

She quickly smoothed her expression, her aura settling back into its usual harmless façade.

She picked up a couple of small decorative items, glanced around once more, and then walked out as casually as she had entered.

Seeing this, Garin finally relaxed completely.

The inspection soon came to an end.

Monica turned to Garin with a polite, apologetic smile.

"We didn’t find anything unusual," she said evenly. "We’ll take our leave for now."

Lana nodded along, her expression greedy and satisfied, one hand subconsciously rubbing the spot where she had hidden the jade pieces she had taken from the rooms.

Garin smiled and nodded back, then turned his attention to Lana.

"I really admire your confidence," he remarked smoothly. "Perhaps we could exchange information in the future."

Lana’s eyes widened slightly, her face lighting up as if she were genuinely flattered.

"Really?" Without hesitation, she took out her phone and handed him her number.

The moment Garin saw that she had willingly given it, certainty settled in his chest.

’Good,’ he thought. ’She’ll be easy to use.’

Outside, as Monica and Lana walked away, Monica cast Lana a subtle glance.

Lana responded by rubbing her fingers together lightly, a silent signal.

’He’s listening.’

From that point on, as they got into the car, Lana carefully guided the conversation.

Whenever Monica tried to steer it toward suspicion, Lana redirected it smoothly, speaking as if Garin were completely innocent.

Her tone was so biased that even someone hard of hearing could catch it.

Inside the mansion, Garin listened through the tiny earring device his maid had secretly planted in their car earlier.

Hearing Lana repeatedly take his side, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

’I chose the right one,’ he thought coldly.

From the moment they had entered his home, he had planned to manipulate the situation.

He only needed one person from the investigation team to stand on his side.

Ignoring Lana at first had been deliberate.

Once she was dazzled by his wealth and given a chance to form a connection, she fell right into place... just as he had expected.

Removing his earpiece, Garin’s smile turned chilling.

He returned to the second master bedroom, lifted the carpet, and opened the uneven tile beneath.

A hidden passage revealed itself. He descended the ladder and entered the underground chamber.

Inside, children huddled together, trembling, their faces pale with fear.

Chains clinked softly as some of them shifted. In one corner sat a bomb, its faint hum filling the space with dread.

The moment Garin approached it, the children shrank back in terror.

He smiled pleasantly.

"If that police officer had found this place today," he said calmly,

"I would have blown everything up." His voice softened, almost gentle.

"The officer, all of you, no one would have survived."