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Chapter 212

Winnie was feeling a bit uneasy about the upcoming study trip that the kids were about to go on. She called for the family’s butler, Abdul, and asked him to fetch a recent yearbook from Nadine’s class.

Abdul, though puzzled, complied without a word.

Nadine overheard and curiously inquired, “Why do you need my classmates‘ yearbook?”

Winnie scrutinized her younger cousin, noticing that, unlike the other children, Nadine didn’t seem to be in immediate danger. However, a faint shadow of misfortune lingered around her, a subtle sign of upcoming bad luck.

Ignoring Nadine’s question, Winnie gently put down Pretty, allowing it to resume its playful romp with the children. She couldn’t possibly share her premonitions with them, and if her concerns about the trip were confirmed, it would be best to speak with the parents.

Soon enough, Abdul returned with the yearbook and even went the extra mile to pull up the kids‘ social media profiles, featuring their own pictures as well as those posted by their parents, including some recent ones.

Winnie silently commended Abdul’s thoroughness as she examined the photos of the kids who had posted updates that day. The signs were clear, and some showed hints of imminent peril, confirming her suspicions.

With so many children involved, including their families, Winnie knew this was beyond her capacity to address alone. She headed upstairs to consult with her grandfather Bacchus.

Bacchus was busy tracking her online activity when she shared her concerns. In the past, he might have dismissed her ramblings, but now he took her seriously. His expression turned grave as he reached for the landline and summoned the butler to his study.

n for some After an hour in her grandfather’s study, Winnie made her way back to her rest. However, she was intercepted by her brother Springer, who seemed to have been keeping an eye out for her.

With a look of reproach, Springer blurted out, “Winnie, when did you get another brother? What’s he to you? How come I’ve never met him?”

Winnie was taken aback by his barrage of questions. She knew Springer followed reality shows and must have seen Sean, but his line of questioning was baffling.

retorted, not quite understanding

been betrayed by a heartbreaker. He had always considered Winnie his only cousin

voice filled with

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cool glance,

a scolded puppy, now looking at

He just needed my help with something, so

bothering you? Where is he? I’ll

After all, at fourteen, Springer could hardly intimidate anyone. But then, as if struck by a thought, she raised

Springer’s eyes

lit up.

needed

I may be young, but

smiled, a rare occurrence, “This is something only you can

now brimming

he was on his phone, instructing Sean through a video

to the team, not without a disdainful snort at the screen, “A newbie scrub, huh? Watch

carry you.”

get into trouble if left to his own devices. Thus, the solution: have Springer teach him how to play video games. No teenager could resist the

but there was no sign of official intervention, which

after the incident was telling, and the government seemed to be letting the idea of mysticism take root in the public

nursery school was a prestigious institution attended by children from affluent families, many