The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 159

Chapter 159

That night, Jordan and Jade lingered at her bedroom door, reluctant to part. They clung to each other for a while before finally saying goodbye. Jordan, grinning from ear to ear, practically skipped down the hallway to his own room. Just as he turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Ms. Madison!"

He smiled smugly, raising an eyebrow at her. "Ms. Madison, what do you think? Isn't my fiancée gorgeous? She's not just beautiful, she's smart, kind, and caring too. I mean, how is she so perfect?"

Madison stood there quietly, listening to Jordan rave about Jade. When he finally stopped, she simply said, "Come to my room tonight.

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"Wait... What?" Jordan suddenly straightened, tugging at his shirt collar as he eyed Madison with suspicion. "Ms. Madison, I love my fiancée. Even if it's you, I can't agree to this."

Without another word, Madison grabbed his collar and dragged him to her room, tossing him inside.

Jordan stumbled backward, wide-eyed and nervous. "Ms. Madison, I'm warning you, I'll scream if I have to. I won't give in!"

Madison took slow, deliberate steps toward him, and Jordan instinctively backed away. He fell to the floor and quickly looked around." Mom? Dad? What are you doing here? Ms. Madison, isn't this going a bit too far?" Josephine smacked the back of his head. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

of his life energy has been drained. He's in a daze. It's normal for him to speak without thinking,"

to Josephine and Vincent. "You two should stay on the balcony tonight. Whatever comes won't be able to sense your presence

sure you can handle

handle it," Madison assured

balcony, with Vincent following behind. Jordan, still confused, asked, "Mom, what are we doing?" Josephine

there something evil here? I should

then added, "Ms. Madison should've told me! I could've helped keep

sighed, seeing how her son was still worried about

"But Jade-"

worry. Nothing will harm

out a breath of relief. "Ms. Madison already took care of everything, right?

a thick cloud began to drift in, slowly

from the faint glow of

darkness.

had been tightly shut, creaked open. A figure, slender and graceful, glided

nightgown she wore brushed the floor, concealing her legs. With