The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 389

His tone was gentle, yet there was no warmth in his eyes-only suspicion and vigilance.

He slowly stood up, looking down at Madison.

"The ceremony will be held tonight. Your friends will be coming to witness. They're outside right now," Avery said in an emotionless tone.

"I've allowed them to move about, all for your sake. Madison, you wouldn't want blood on our wedding day. Your friends would be terrified, right?" Madison lifted her gaze, her tone equally cold. "Of course, I wouldn't want that."

"Good."

Avery smirked and said to the sentinel spirits in the room, "Take good care of the Ghost Queen. If you dare to neglect her..."

With a flick of his hand, one sentinel spirit was instantly drawn to him, surrounded by swirling negative energy. The sentinel spirit emitted a shrill scream under Avery's grasp.

However, Avery fixed his eyes on Madison as the negative energy slowly tormented the sentinel spirit, invading their body. He then transformed negative energy into countless tiny blades that tortured the sentinel spirit mercilessly.

The sentinel spirit was sliced into countless pieces, ultimately dispersing into a wisp of green smoke that vanished into the ether. After enduring such torment, they were reduced to ashes.

This was Avery's warning to Madison.

to neglect the Ghost Queen, this

were so frightened that they immediately knelt. "We

Madison with deep affection. "If they dare to show you any disrespect, feel free to

chair and

broke into a smile.

then turned and

at her exquisitely made-up face in the mirror, biting her lip. Were

lively that night, with the sounds of instruments echoing through the sky. The once dim sky was now filled with festive

placed it over Madison's head. "Ghost Queen, the ceremony is

up, her

the bronze sword hanging around her

and stepped outside

the ghosts and sentinel spirits on

a scene of great

energy to probe outside. She saw Erwin and Logan seated on either side while Avery sat high on the

spirit led Madison to the center of

writhe in the blood pools on either side of the grand hall, occasionally letting out particularly unsettling

seemed to relish

agony. He floated down