True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 137

Winnie had always considered herself a mere acquaintance to Gwyn, nothing more. But clearly. Gwyn didn’t share that sentiment, especially since Winnie had managed to procure for her a grand mansion that seemed to settle an unspoken obsession.

Looking at the spectral Gwyn before her, Winnie thought of the man in the photograph, whose features hinted at a tangled web of romantic debts.

Sighing, Winnie decided to compromise.

“Your ex–husband’s demise was an accident. He fell into the water after a nightmare you caused, but it wasn’t your doing. You aren’t responsible for his death,” Winnie explained. “For a spirit who hasn’t accrued a murder and insists on lingering in the mortal realm, you might want to consider being a ghost cultivator to avoid the ire of the Mystical Sects.”

“Ghost cultivator?” Gwyn looked at her, puzzled. Wasn’t she already on that path? With fifty years under her belt, Gwyn was stronger than any common specter.

This was why the exorcists hired by Quincy and even the Breeze Monastery couldn’t handle her.

“I thought I was already a ghost cultivator.”

“You’re what we call an unrecognized ghost cultivator,” Winnie said with a sidelong glance. “To be recognized officially, you need to get registered.”

Gwyn, always holed up in the Henderson family’s mansion, was out of the loop on underworld news. She asked earnestly, “How do I get officially registered?”

Winnie pulled out her smartphone and opened Ghostly app…

$

“Just sign up here.” she taught Gwyn..

Gwyn knew modern folks used these devices for everything and had seen Winnie fiddle with such apps, but it never occurred to her that even a ghost could register.

sign up?” Gwyn asked, her

placed an order on the Ghostly Express. Soon after, a courier dressed in

a faint ghostly aura about the courier and her eyes widened.

me, sir, are you also a ghost

his head, a

workers of ghost cultivator from the mortal realm. If you’re interested, you could submit a resume through Ghostly app.”

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was taken aback.

out, while explaining to the courier, “She’s not officially a ghost

no rush

them. She filled out the registration quickly, and the courier used the phone’s camera to record her ghostly aura, validating

be a target of the Mystical Sects and could find work through

meant she’d be bound by rules, prohibited from harming the living or increasing

the idea. She had her mansion without the need for the grind of mortal work. She’d

thank you. I’ll find a way to repay you for the phone,” Gwyn said sincerely.

was here to ask for an idea, but Master Bryant even gave her a mobile

much she wanted to have her own mobile phone.

had gotten the

of never leaving loose ends, turned her attention to the Ghost Baby nestled on

one while we’re at it,” she said to

scale read 10 grams, a meager one–gram

underworld to take

was stuck with the Ghost Baby for a