While the others might not know Debra's uniqueness, Andrew certainly did.
"Sir, shouldn't we thank Mr. Nichols?" Barton said.
"It's best not to contact him at this time." Andrew shook his head. "The mastermind wants to reap the benefits without lifting a finger. Why not grant his wish and find the treasure?"
"But if we do that, won't Seamar City fall into chaos?"
"Seamar City is already in chaos. I'll set off another fire."
...
Debra and the others returned to the Potter Mansion.
Barton greeted them, holding old scrolls covered in dust.
"Where are you going with all that?" Erica asked wonderingly.
Barton glanced at the scrolls in his hand and said, "These are maps of the old city area from decades ago. Mr. Andrew Potter said they need to be aired out to remove the musty smell, so I took them out, planning to air them tomorrow morning."
"Maps of the old city area?" Garland curiously remarked. "Can I take a look?"
"Come on. They're so dirty," Liza chimed in.
"You don't understand. Such old things are the most valuable," Garland explained.
"Exactly," Barton replied. "The facilities in the old city area a hundred years ago were poor, and the surrounding mountains hindered transportation. So, resources were allocated to move the mountain which was part of the Potter family assets. It paved the way for our commercial empire."
Debra pointed to the numbers on the map. "What are these numbers on the mountain?"
"Coordinates," Barton said. "The geographical coordinates of Seamar City."
"31 degrees north latitude, 121 degrees east longitude," Debra murmured.
Erica noticed her unusual reaction and asked, "What's wrong?"
Randy was equally curious. "Did you find something?"
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