hy obsession with finding out historical artefacts and learning about the traditions, myths, and archaeological findings across the world.

woman to the core and has several connections far and wide. Due to several of her missions to obtain artefacts and gain information about certain things , she has managed to make a living by writing about her discovery and findings, making her rich. She owns several apartments across the world and many cars that she takes pride in. She hardly shows off, but when she does, it's always an overkill which forced her to h

ng a package. "Ma'am, you have a package. "Evelyn glanced up at the man, then to the package. Her eyebrow arched at the sight of the package. She wasn't expecting any package today, nor had she ordered anything to be delivered to her. "Any idea where it is from?" She asked. "No Ma'am. It arrived via a courier." The man reported. "I see. Drop it on the table." She ordered. The man nodded and dropped the package on the table before leaving. "I wonder what's in here." She said to herself as she opened the package to find an ornate box adorned with hieroglyphics and symb

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fter cashing out several times on his first attempt. "Hey Lucky, wanna go one more round?" A bald fat man sitting at the round table called out to the man. "Excuse me, dear." Lucky as he was often called by his close friends excused himself from the conversation and sat beside the fat man at the round table. "Can't wait to get beat again, eh?" Lucky taunted, causing everyone to laugh. "So what are we playing? Blackjack, poker or baccarat?" The fat man as

roaching, and Lucky had cashed out big time and was about leaving the casino. Just as he was about exiting the casino, one of the barman yelled. "Leo!" Lucky turned around and saw the barman running towards him, holding something. As the barman got closer, he could see clearly that it was an envelope. "Someone said I should hand this to you?" The barman said, handing the envelope to Lucky. "Who said?" Lucky asked. "I don't know. I gotta go." The barman excused himself, leaving Lucky confused. The envelope was unmarked, with only an address on the body. I

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tter could be a spam or a plot to kidnap him. However, he believed it was fate, afterall he had been lucky all this while, and his life has been going great. Why would anyone want to hurt him? He