Chapter 430 Are You Still There?

"Expose him for impersonating Mr. Quincy!" The woman heard Madeline's voice in her ears; she shivered as she thought the place was haunted.

But, since the ghost had helped her just now, she was not afraid of her; instead, she trusted her very much.

So the woman bravely shouted, "He's not Mr. Quincy; he's not this ugly!"

The other women heard her words and all looked at that man; he was still hung on the ceiling, but his makeup was washed off by his sweats. So, most of the women could see clearly that he was a fraudster.

"Quick, go and inform Mr. Larbarcher!" Some of the bodyguards finally realized something was wrong, so they wanted to report to Fred.

One of the bodyguards wanted to hit that woman, but once he reached out his hand, he felt that something grabbed his wrist. He wanted to shake it off, but he experienced great pain, and his hand was cut off neatly from his wrist.

"A…Ah! My hand! My hand!" He held on to this bloody wrist, and he could not stand up due to pain.

"It's haunted! The castle is haunted!"

"Don't kill me! Spare my life!

The rest of the bodyguards actually wanted to save the man hanging on the ceiling, but they were all frightened and fled in all directions.

Madeline spoke into the woman's ear again. "Go back to the room you were in just now."

The woman did not hesitate for a second; she went back to the previous room, and she found a dress in the closet to put it on.

At the same time, Fred arrived with reinforcements. Madeline retrieved the thin, transparent thread on the man, and he fell hard to the ground.

"Go back to your room! Don't leave without permission!" The bodyguards drove the women into their rooms. The rooms were no different than prison cells; they were made up of iron fences, and they could not see the scenario outside of the room.

with the severed hand, and he squatted down to look at the incision on his wrist. Then he turned

bodyguards immediately stepped forward

where Madeline was inside the room, but he merely peered

if the man

checked and responded, "He's dead; there's a trace of being strangled by a thin thread on his

calm as he glanced into the

common in Tiberos, but he knew Madeline owned

his neck tightened once he finished speaking, and he was hanging in the air like

pull the thread inside the room to hang Fred

be much better if I didn't have so

room." Fred pulled

were afraid of ghosts, they were even more afraid of the ruthless Fred. So they hurried

she quickly tied the thin thread to the

the room... the door..." Fred could feel the movement on the thread, and he knew

hands and spread white powder all

was being burned by fire, and the pain spread to his

reached for the thin thread on his neck and loosened

like if he exerted

So, there's still more reason why he hates

the flour is here!" A bodyguard came back with

to support Fred by holding on to the soles of his feet, and

the smoke

sneaked away during the smoke explosion. Fred stared at a spot in the room, then lifted up a

newly dug; the inner

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