Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 83

Chapter 83 Hope, Perhaps

1 froze, completely shocked Could Carter really see me?

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It that was true, then maybe there was still hope. But before I could speak, Luke's voice rang out from

outside

Chloe, where are you?"

He sounded desperate-stumbling around like a lost man. His weak steps crashed against the walls, and the rold air he dragged in made the vigil lights flicker and

The wind whipped through the hall, and snow blew in with it. Carter blinked, a tired, self-mocking look crossing his face.

"Of course. You're here too."

I was puzzled. Why was Carter here? Who was he waiting for?

The noise outside grew louder. I rushed to see what was happening. Luke was gripping the monk's robe, his face twisted with anger. "Why is there no woman here? I saw Chloe come in. It's you. You're hiding "Mr. Bolton, please calm down, the driver urged. His voice was gentle but firm. "There's no woman here. The master hasn't lied to you."

"Sorry, master. Mr. Bolton's been hit really hard lately. He's seeing things."

The driver glanced at the master, who remained sitting cross-legged, his face neutral. He muttered two words: "Fateful bond."

"Fateful bond? What nonsense is that?" Luke growled, his eyes wild with frustration. "I just want Chloe back!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his words nearly a plea. "Everyone says Mount Spiritus is sacred. They say if you pray with enough sincerity, your wishes will be granted. I came to find my wife. She's here! I saw her!" The master sighed quietly and handed Luke a fortune box. "I can see your heart is pure. The gods will guide you. Draw a prophecy."

The driver, who never believed in this sort of thing, was willing to try anything. Luke was losing his grip on reality, and the driver hoped that this ritual might give him some peace.

"Mr. Bolton, my grandmother always said fortunes are true. You should give it a try."

Luke knelt before the altar. His face grew

ew more serious as he stared at the statues around him.

He held the fortune box with both hands, closed his eyes, and shook it gently.

The hall was silent except for the sound of the papers rustling inside the box. Then, with a soft clink, one paper fell to the ground.

The driver quickly bent down to pick it up. "Mr. Bolton, this must be the one....

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when he

paper from his hands, and I leaned forward to read the words

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message read. "Moon in the deep pool, a'reflection in

paper. "This... this fortune...

tightened around the

prayer, "Mr. Bolton, this the worst omen. "The moon reflects

the mirror-both are illusions. If

from Luke's hands. The pieces of

to his knees, his face a mask of despair, muttering, "How can this be? An

sacred place. You cannot behave this way. Do not disturb the peace of

landed

"Damian," Carter said softly.

a tall man with a scar bent down and picked up the fallen stick near Luke's

suddenly lunged forward, his face contorted in madness.

leaned in closer, curiosity getting

"A dragon, once trapped,

confined to the depths, would one day rise. It would soar halfway

need much

the dragon, trapped in the depths because

his frustration grew. He charged toward Carter. "You're the dragon, and I'm the flower in the mirror, Carter. You're

control of everything the Boltons had. No amount of help from

upper hand in everything-his looks,

him

his madness, Luke raised his

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face turned even colder at

forward, quickly blocking Carter, grabbing Luke's hand. With

The driver paused, unsure.

when Damian shot him a look,

down

"Yes, yes..."

about to step forward, something

on Luke, I bent down to

"Misfortune becomes fortune in a moment. A gentleman leaves the mountain for now; when a tiger and a rabbit cross paths, good news follows. Focus on your goal, and

often go hand in hand. If you meet the right person,

fortunes to their place, one by

picked up the one by my feet,

misfortune," he said quietly.

room, surrounded by statues of gods. Was this a