The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 420

Following Madison's instructions, Wanda drove the car to the outskirts of Riverview, winding through narrow roads until they arrived at a secluded villa.

The villa stood alone on a mountainside, with no other structures nearby.

Wanda opened the car door, glanced at the building, and asked worriedly, "Ms. Locke, are Yara and Mia inside?"

"Yeah."

Madison approached the villa's entrance, where two large lion statues stood watch. Only their eyes were painted with bright red cinnabar, making them appear almost alive as they stared unblinkingly at the approaching visitors. Before they could knock, a hoarse, aged voice rang out from within. "Leave."

"I'm here to find my friends," Madison responded.

"None of your friends are here. There are only evil spirits," the voice countered.

Madison pressed her lips into a thin line and stared coldly at the intricately carved doors. "If you don't want me breaking the doors down, you'd better open them."

A scoff echoed from inside. "How arrogant and reckless. Do you even know where you are? How dare you spout such nonsense="

loud crack shattered the air. The heavy wooden doors splintered and collapsed to the ground with

stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the broken doors. His gaze shifted to Madison, who

at her. "Y-You... Such

ignored him, her senses sweeping the place. Without hesitation, she turned

gaze pinned him in place. When she held two fingers together, a talisman appeared

old man froze mid-step, his expression turning wary. He dared not approach her but followed

entered the courtyard, she immediately sensed the powerful presence of a

is that you?" Yara's voice called from inside a

pushed open the door with a bang. Inside, eight talismans were plastered across the room's eight corners, while a complex array of runes

and Mia were trapped within the

lap, her large eyes blinking as she looked at Madison.

master," the old man at the door said

it. of you try, they'll only get

addressed Madison, "I already tried breaking this formation. It's no joke. The craftsmanship is

old man puffed with pride. "Naturally! Do

and turned back to Madison. "But for you, it shouldn't be

Madison