The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 403

Why would BeefyBite's husband, who clearly loved her so much, want to kill her? And for an unfamiliar woman too. She didn't believe it, so she wanted to get to the bottom of things. "You might as well ask him yourself," proposed Madison.

Forming a hand seal with one hand, she recited an incantation. Subsequently, there was a flash of light.

"You can ask him now," she said.

BeefyBite asked sadly, "Why do you want to harm me? Why are you so insistent on having me sell the house to her?"

Her husband didn't want to tell her, but his mouth seemed to move of its own accord, causing him to start babbling.

"Of course, it's because I want your money!" he exclaimed. "You won't give me a child, so I could only find another woman who would give me one. If not for you, she wouldn't have killed a woman with her car either.

"That woman's malevolent ghost keeps pestering her. For her and our child's safety, I could only get a mystic arts expert to perform a fate swap, exchanging your fate for hers. This way, that malevolent ghost will assume that you were the one who killed her."

Those red high heels were the same shoes that his lover had been wearing on the same day she rammed into someone, killing her. The mystic arts expert he hired transferred the ghost's resentment to the high heels, making the ghost identify the owner of those shoes as her killer.

He had clearly planned everything out perfectly, and yet...

After the words left his mouth, he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He looked at the phone in BeefyBite's hand with fear and rage.

live stream viewers were typing rapidly in the

fear of marriage! How can

does a hit-and-run, he sacrifices

"Another scary day."

one wondering whether he can be sentenced for

doesn't support the use of superstitious

to have also come to the same conclusion as he

are you angry?" he

me? How are you planning to do that? Are you going to tell the judge that I performed

She gritted her teeth, wanting

yet helpless and could only declare,

loudly. "Which man would be willing to marry a woman who

her parents, and her friends were left in

can there

he's right! We can't do

can't stand bastards

be done, Ms. Locke? Doesn't this

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