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?

would have

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

formation was

broke in, the sunlight was just

motorcycle startled the people who were selling vegetables on

someone said in

newspapers everywhere. Students were organizing activities not far away, and there

rang, and a rickshaw puller passed by her.

scene resembled the special period of Hawford in movies. The place seemed

the car. Rory Turner eyed a flower seller outside

flower seller, Isla Olsen, looked only 14 or 15 years old, and Rory didn’t

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

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

The man, Roy Carson, nodded repeatedly.

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

were many passersby, but none dared to step

desperate. She held on to the car door,

saying,