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.”

a young girl, flaunting her little

to stumble.”

She had an eerie sensation as if a wave

she could ponder the fleeting palpitation, her bedroom door was

visit, and your father requests

clock and noticing it was already ten in the morning,

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for

Bryant community had come the day before to

of Emerald Bay, though their relationship with the Bryants was less than

ancestral rivalry meant the Goodwins were always competing with the Bryants in business and social standing, a known fact within their circle. Despite the

who had scoffed at superstitions like

the incident, albeit feeling humiliated, they were quick

some reason, they had returned

in conversation with Jarrod Goodwin, the young patriarch of the Goodwin

senior.

the attack was his only

presence exuded sophistication, but as he

last night, and it seems she’s been touched by

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

malice of the previous night,

instructed, “Keep this on her and

couple of days. She’ll be

things, even with rumors

her assistance over dubious alternatives, he came to seek her help. Hearing that it wasn’t serious, he expressed his gratitude sincerely.

“Thank you.”

mention it,” Winnie replied, “That’ll be two thousand for

eyebrow as if to say, “You’re

snicker at the side.

on the uptake, whipped out his phone and said awkwardly, “I’ll transfer it to