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.”

young girl, flaunting her little skills so boldly.

to stumble.”

the Bryant Manor, Winnie suddenly awoke from her quiet slumber. She had an eerie sensation as if a wave

palpitation, her bedroom door was knocked upon by the

come to visit,

noticing it was already ten in the morning, Winnie quickly got ready and descended the staircase.

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for

from the Bryant community had come the day before to

families of Emerald

a known fact within their circle. Despite the tension, neither

Goodwins, who had scoffed at superstitions like geomancy and

albeit feeling humiliated, they were quick to send

they had

Jarrod Goodwin, the young patriarch of the Goodwin

senior.

child involved in the attack was his

remarkably youthful. His presence exuded sophistication, but as

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

complication since Lyndon hadn’t actually gotten close to the children. Nor had she expected any of

the dissipating malice of the previous night,

“Keep this on her and take her out to soak

next couple of days.

as he accepted the folded charm. His family had never believed in such things, even with rumors of Winnie’s mystical talents. But after yesterday, disbelief was a luxury he could no longer afford.

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

“Thank you.”

“That’ll be two

an eyebrow as if to say, “You’re not planning to leave without

snicker at

bit embarrassed but quick on the uptake, whipped out his phone and said awkwardly, “I’ll transfer