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

the paper from his hands, and I leaned forward to

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deep pool, a'reflection in the mirror, an

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

tightened around the

a prayer, "Mr. Bolton, this the worst

flowers in the mirror-both are illusions. If you seek someone, it is

hands. The pieces of paper scattered across the floor

this be? An empty joy? How can it be empty? Is it really impossible for

air. "Luke, this is a sacred place. You cannot behave this

fortune landed

"Damian," Carter said softly.

bent down and picked up

suddenly lunged forward, his face contorted in madness.

closer, curiosity getting

once trapped, finds

It would soar halfway to the sky. All its

need much interpretation. It

trapped in the depths because

I'm the flower in the mirror,

of everything the Boltons had.

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

holding him

madness, Luke raised his

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face turned even colder

grabbing Luke's hand. With a swift kick. Luke was sent

The driver paused, unsure.

Damian shot him a look, the driver snapped to

him down the

"Yes, yes..."

something caught my eye. A fortune lay at

on Luke, I bent down to see what was written

A gentleman leaves the mountain for now; when a tiger and a rabbit cross paths, good news follows. Focus on

If you meet

other fortunes to their place,

picked up the one by my feet, a

within misfortune," he said

surrounded by statues of gods. Was