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?"

for him to speak without thinking," Madison explained as she placed a talisman on the door of the

and Vincent. "You two should stay on the

are you sure you

can handle it," Madison

relieved nod, Josephine dragged her dazed son over to the balcony, with Vincent following behind. Jordan, still confused, asked, "Mom, what are we doing?" Josephine shot

realization. "Is there something evil here? I should

Madison should've told me! I could've helped

her son was still worried about Jade.

"But Jade-"

worry. Nothing will harm your

breath of relief. "Ms. Madison already took care of everything, right? That's

to drift in, slowly covering the bright

the faint glow of a

darkness.

slender and graceful, glided inside. Her movements

she wore brushed the floor, concealing her legs. With an unsettling, sinuous grace, she moved