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.

up?” Gwyn asked, her

placed an order on the Ghostly Express. Soon after, a courier dressed in black delivered a package to her.

ghostly aura about the

me, sir, are you

courier lifted his head, a

of ghost cultivator from the mortal realm. If

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taken

brand–new smartphone. She opened the registration. page and handed it to Gwyn to fill out, while explaining to the courier, “She’s not officially a

no rush to

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

Sects and could find work through Ghostly app, much like the

increasing her power through dark arts, lest official ghosts send an alert and lock her soul.

momentarily considered joining the Ghostly Express but quickly dismissed the idea. She had her mansion without the need for the grind of mortal work. She’d rather

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

an idea, but Master Bryant

to have

had gotten the phone with r

Winnie, true to her principle of never leaving loose ends, turned her attention to the Ghost

one while we’re at it,” she said to

read 10 grams, a meager one–gram gain from

the underworld to take

was stuck with the Ghost Baby for a