The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 597 Oppression

Wynter raised an eyebrow. “Formations are always the same. Your formation is also like another world to normal people.”

With that, she mounted her BMW Tomahawk again. “Hold on tight. We’re going in.”

The engine roared. If anyone had been present, they would have seen a black and red motorcycle disappearing into the villa.

There was no change outside after Wynter broke in.

The black mist was being emitted from only a corner inside the villa. It was as if an invisible door had opened and closed again.

One had to hold onto something familiar and beloved to the lost soul to find it.

Wynter had noticed that, despite being in a coma, Nixon had been clutching a little yellow duck. It was one of the yellow duck toys that children would play with when taking a shower in a bathtub.

She put the duck into her pocket without hesitation.

Generally, the more low–key one’s entry into the formation was, the better. After all, the spirits inside would become more aggressive once the formation master was disturbed.

But who could have imagined that Wynter would enter using a motorcycle?

it, he would have definitely said

two formations before. The previous formations had either been in hospitals

this formation was different.

broke in, the

her motorcycle startled the people who were selling vegetables on the street, making them

where you’re going?” someone

eyes and saw steam locomotives and people selling newspapers everywhere. Students were organizing activities not far away, and there was the Youth Daily, and so on.

rickshaw puller passed by her.

of Hawford in

of the car. Rory Turner eyed a flower seller outside what seemed like a quiet

Olsen, looked only 14 or 15 years old,

landlord pushed Isla in front of Rory. “For you. Look at how lovely and

to the child,” Rory said in a strange accent. “Be a gentleman.”

man, Roy

completely ignored Isla’s cries and were about to take her back

passersby, but none dared to

to the car door, holding tight even when

her, saying,