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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stopped speaking when he saw

hands, and I leaned forward to read

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"Moon in the deep pool, a'reflection in the mirror, an

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

tightened around the paper.

the worst omen. "The moon reflects in a deep pool,

are illusions. If you seek someone, it is unlikely

from Luke's hands. The pieces

muttering, "How can this be?

a sacred place. You cannot behave

fortune landed with

"Damian," Carter said softly.

scar bent down and picked up the

forward, his face contorted in madness. "What

closer, curiosity getting the better of

read, "A dragon, once

the depths, would one day rise. It would soar halfway to the sky. All its efforts would come

didn't need much interpretation. It was

trapped in the

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

meant that Carter would eventually take control of

the upper hand in everything-his looks, his character,

thing holding him back was

his madness, Luke raised his hand to

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even colder at

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

The driver paused, unsure.

Damian shot him a

him down the

"Yes, yes..."

I was about to step forward, something caught

focused on Luke, I bent down to see what

tiger and a rabbit

hand. If you meet the right person, bad luck can turn into something

other fortunes to

picked up the one by my feet, a faint,

misfortune," he said

around the room, surrounded by statues