True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 218

The officer grumbled under his breath, but his grip was firm as he pinned the suspect to the ground. Along with backup that arrived promptly, they worked through the night to transport the writhing man to the hospital.

Unbeknownst to them, at the exact same time across the city, in an upscale neighborhood, a seventeen–year–old boy was undergoing the same horrific ordeal as Lyndon.

It felt like his soul was being flayed alive. The pain was so intense it seemed like death would be a mercy, yet his mind was agonizingly lucid.

His body bore no visible wounds, but any touch from his family sent him into fits of pain as if he were being torn apart.

Unlike Lyndon, who tore at his own flesh in agony, this boy turned on his family, clawing at their skin with such force that their faces and bodies became a blur of blood and tissue,

The family stood frozen in shock, convinced the boy had finally snapped from his cruel habit of tormenting

cats.

Only the cat abusers themselves knew the truth.

They were being avenged. The spirits of the cats and dogs they had tortured had returned for retribution.

The vengeance of the Ghost Cats persisted until the break of dawn.

Winnie, who hadn’t slept a wink, watched as the last wisp of malice dissipated with the early morning light. She let out a faint sigh of relief before finally closing her eyes to sleep.

The next day, the internet was still abuzz with the events of the previous day, but no one knew the perpetrators had received a life–altering punishment.

At the center of the city, within the walls of a stately manor, an elderly man with salt–and–pe

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glared at the online discussions. Finally, he clicked on a compilation of Winnie’s moments circuing online.

Watching the girl who was barely eighteen, yet had masked her own destiny, a cold gleam sparked in his murky eyes.

“Turns out it’s you,” he rasped, his voice rough like the bellows of an accordion, “interfering so many times, destroying my vengeful creations.”

flaunting her little skills so

bound to stumble.”

She had an eerie sensation as if a wave of malice had just

could ponder the fleeting palpitation, her bedroom

have come to visit, and your father requests your presence downstairs.”

the clock and noticing it was already ten in the morning,

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for

from the Bryant community had come the day before to express their gratitude for

families of Emerald Bay, though their relationship with the Bryants

known fact within their circle. Despite the tension, neither family had reached

who had scoffed at

humiliated, they were

for some reason, they had returned

in conversation with Jarrod Goodwin, the young patriarch

senior.

the attack was his only

His presence exuded sophistication, but as he turned to Winnie,

was tormented by nightmares last night, and it seems she’s been touched by some residual malevolence from those Ghost

actually gotten close to the children. Nor had she expected any of them to

dissipating malice of the previous night,

a Safety Charm, she instructed, “Keep this on her

couple of days.

such things, even with rumors of Winnie’s mystical talents. But after yesterday, disbelief was a

strange behavior, Jarrod’s thoughts went straight to Winnie. Preferring her assistance over dubious alternatives, he came to seek

“Thank you.”

Winnie replied, “That’ll be two thousand for the Safety Charm.”

an eyebrow as if to say, “You’re

snicker at the side.

out his