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 boldly.

bound to stumble.”

Bryant Manor, Winnie suddenly awoke from her quiet slumber. She had an eerie

she could ponder the fleeting palpitation, her bedroom door was knocked

the Goodwins have come to visit, and your father requests

ten in

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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

the Bryants in business and social standing, a known fact within their circle.

who had scoffed at

were quick to send gifts of

for some reason, they

the living room, she found Horace already in conversation with Jarrod Goodwin, the young patriarch of the Goodwin

senior.

in the attack

remarkably youthful. His presence exuded sophistication, but as he turned to Winnie, his expression was grave.

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

Nor had she expected any of them to be

of the previous night, Winnie

she instructed, “Keep this on her

of

believed in such things, even with rumors of Winnie’s mystical talents.

alternatives, he came

“Thank you.”

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

to say, “You’re

couldn’t help but snicker at the side.

quick on the uptake, whipped out his phone and said