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Chris glanced at the box on the table before looking away, and then his eyes met Benjamin's.

He is only 173cm tall, while Benjamin is a head taller than him, probably around 1.9 meters.

Chris slightly raised his head and looked directly into Benjamin's eyes. The feeling of complete control over his body gave him a great sense of confidence.

"Mr. Benjamin, is this the package for me? Why is it open?"

Although Chris didn't understand how Madison Asset Management's agency business worked, he thought that when someone entrusts you to deliver something to a designated person, there's no reason for you to unpack it beforehand.

"They just removed the outer kraft paper wrapping."

As Benjamin spoke, he stepped forward, closed the torn parchment, and then gave Chris a look that said, "Look at this."

Chris leaned slightly forward and looked at the parchment that Benjamin had pressed together with his hands. He could vaguely see a few lines of text on the parchment.

Chris's gaze swept over the text and he realized that it was not the Iva script commonly used by the Im Empire.

He didn't recognize the words on the paper.

Could it be that the person who commissioned Madison Asset Management to deliver the package to him wasn't from the Im Empire?

Or is he a foreigner?

Chris has never been abroad in his life, nor has he ever formally attended school. He may not even be able to recognize all of Iva's native script, let alone the scripts of other countries.

Chris slowly straightened up, looked at Benjamin beside him, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Benjamin immediately explained, "It says in Viser script, 'Please open the envelope in 50 years.'"

"50?"

Chris's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "You mean, someone commissioned you to give this to me 50 years ago?"

Fifty years is a really long time span.

After learning the meaning of the text from Benjamin, Chris felt that unreal feeling starting to resurface.

Fortunately, having experienced the corridor earlier, he could now clearly reconstruct the image of that ancient key in his mind at any moment.

As long as Chris imagines the key in his mind, his rapidly beating heart will quickly return to a normal rhythm, his thinking will be forced back to rationality, and his negative emotions such as anxiety and fear will be immediately dispelled.

He knew this was abnormal, but it was indeed very useful.

At least for now, it seems that the key is only beneficial to Chris, and no negative effects have been found yet.

Having adapted quickly to time travel, he readily accepted this new setting.

Benjamin showed no surprise at Chris's astonishment. He remained noncommittal, releasing his grip on the paper seal to reveal the brass-colored box inside, and continued:

"This box is a special casket made by Madison Asset Management to store valuables. It has different numbers. Yours is an asset from trust business number 00037. The things the client wants to entrust to you are in this box."

After Benjamin finished speaking, he picked up the special key beside him and showed it to Chris, then placed it next to the bronze casket and continued:

"Each box is disposable. Once closed and reopened, the delicate mechanism inside the box will be automatically damaged. It is almost impossible to restore it without leaving a trace."

Chris nodded slightly upon hearing this, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the brass box, his anticipation for what was inside growing stronger.

At the same time, there were also some doubts.

His original goal was very simple: to get the goods and leave. But now it seems that it's better to ask some questions.

He didn't want to just take some unknown object home without knowing what was inside.

It's only been a month since I transmigrated here, and this kind of thing has already come knocking on my door. To be precise, the original owner of this body was being targeted by someone 50 years ago.

"This is probably the fate of time travelers," Chris thought with a wry smile.

"Can I find out who the client is?"

Benjamin didn't answer Chris directly, but instead picked up the old, opened envelope and handed it to Chris.

"This is the letter of authorization that was placed on top of the sealed box after the paper envelope was opened. It details the specific matters entrusted to me," Benjamin said.

Chris didn't hesitate, took the envelope, and started reading the letters inside.

A moment later, Chris put the letter back on the table, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes again.

The letter did not contain any information about the consignor, but it did specify the recipient of the items.

However, the recipient was not identified as Chris Craft; the letter instructed that the box be delivered to the owner of the apartment building at 037 Nottingham Street.

But there are several other people living in apartment 037 besides him, so why would Madison Asset Management Company approach him?

Chris quickly recalled his memories of apartment building number 037.

When Chris bought Room 102, the seller listed on the transaction contract was the Non-Performing Asset Management Department of Im Bank.

He learned from a colleague that Imbank was going to treat this as a non-performing asset, and the price would be cheaper than the market price.

Because of his desire for cheap properties and his experience growing up in an orphanage, Chris longed to own his own house.

So, under the influence of the real estate agent, I took out a loan to buy apartment 102 in building 037.

There are only a few residents in this apartment building now, and at least half of the rooms are empty.

Logically speaking, Imbank should be the largest owner here.

"There are several owners of the apartment at 037 Nottingham Street, so why me?" Chris looked at Benjamin and voiced his question.

"Several?"

Benjamin looked at Chris, and for the first time, a strange expression appeared on his calm face. A hint of doubt and surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Chris and explained, "According to the information the company found, you are the most suitable person to be the recipient of this commission. Apart from you, there are no other individual owners in apartment building 037."

"No one else?!"

Upon hearing Benjamin's explanation, Chris frowned, his eyes darting around as he quickly recalled the other residents he had encountered in the apartment over the past month.

"wrong."

Chris immediately realized he had misunderstood; Benjamin had said there were no other individual owners.

This does not mean that he was the only person living in apartment building 037.

It seems that the other residents I encountered in the apartment building were just tenants, not owners.

"So, why can't Im Bank, as the largest owner, be the recipient of this entrustment?" Chris asked after figuring it out.

Benjamin showed no impatience despite Chris's continuous questions. Instead, he calmly and patiently explained, "The business of Madison Asset Management's Trust and Estate Planning Department is divided into two parts: natural person business and legal person business. Business number 00037 was registered as a natural person business at the time, and the recipient of the property can only be a natural person."