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?

seen it, he would have definitely said that it was

before. The previous formations had either been in hospitals or hotels, both

this formation was

the

her motorcycle startled the people who were

someone said

selling newspapers everywhere. Students were

rickshaw puller

special period of Hawford in movies. The place

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

Isla Olsen, looked only 14 or 15 years

with long braids who was dressed like a landlord pushed Isla in front of Rory.

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

Okay!” The man, Roy Carson, nodded

Isla’s cries and were about to take her back to the

passersby, but none dared to step forward.

on to the car door, holding tight

her, saying, “If