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…

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“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

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

faint ghostly aura about the courier and her eyes

me, sir, are you

head, a

Ghostly opened a direct line to the underworld, we’ve recruited many workers of ghost cultivator from the mortal realm. If you’re interested, you could submit

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was taken aback.

the registration. page and handed it to Gwyn to fill out, while explaining to the

courier nodded, showing no rush to leave.

the registration quickly, and the courier used the phone’s camera to record her ghostly aura, validating

recognition, Gwyn would no longer be a target of the Mystical Sects and could

also meant she’d be bound by rules, prohibited from harming the living or increasing her power through dark arts, lest official ghosts send an alert and lock her soul.

the platform, Gwyn 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

way to repay you for the phone,” Gwyn said

for an idea, but Master Bryant even gave her a mobile

much she wanted to have her own mobile

it off. She had gotten

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

we’re at it,”

a meager one–gram gain from the last time.

take

stuck with the Ghost Baby for a