Austin's POV
The sound was coming from the kitchen.
Oliver and I had already searched the kitchen earlier but found nothing. Now, standing in front of the wooden countertop, we were at a loss.
Strange. The sound had clearly come from here, yet there was nothing around.
Had we misheard?
We began carefully inspecting the kitchen again when I noticed something odd about one of the cabinets. Inside were several bottles of wine.
In a villa like this, there should have been a dedicated wine cellar or at least a temperature-controlled storage space for proper wine preservation. Yet these bottles weren't just stored at room temperature—they were also placed separately from the spices.
I reached out to grab one, only to find they were fixed in place and couldn't be removed. When I applied a little more force, I realized the bottles could be rotated.
