True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 218

The officer grumbled under his breath, but his grip was firm as he pinned the suspect to the ground. Along with backup that arrived promptly, they worked through the night to transport the writhing man to the hospital.

Unbeknownst to them, at the exact same time across the city, in an upscale neighborhood, a seventeen–year–old boy was undergoing the same horrific ordeal as Lyndon.

It felt like his soul was being flayed alive. The pain was so intense it seemed like death would be a mercy, yet his mind was agonizingly lucid.

His body bore no visible wounds, but any touch from his family sent him into fits of pain as if he were being torn apart.

Unlike Lyndon, who tore at his own flesh in agony, this boy turned on his family, clawing at their skin with such force that their faces and bodies became a blur of blood and tissue,

The family stood frozen in shock, convinced the boy had finally snapped from his cruel habit of tormenting

cats.

Only the cat abusers themselves knew the truth.

They were being avenged. The spirits of the cats and dogs they had tortured had returned for retribution.

The vengeance of the Ghost Cats persisted until the break of dawn.

Winnie, who hadn’t slept a wink, watched as the last wisp of malice dissipated with the early morning light. She let out a faint sigh of relief before finally closing her eyes to sleep.

The next day, the internet was still abuzz with the events of the previous day, but no one knew the perpetrators had received a life–altering punishment.

At the center of the city, within the walls of a stately manor, an elderly man with salt–and–pe

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glared at the online discussions. Finally, he clicked on a compilation of Winnie’s moments circuing online.

Watching the girl who was barely eighteen, yet had masked her own destiny, a cold gleam sparked in his murky eyes.

“Turns out it’s you,” he rasped, his voice rough like the bellows of an accordion, “interfering so many times, destroying my vengeful creations.”

flaunting her

bound to stumble.”

Bryant Manor, Winnie suddenly awoke from her quiet slumber. She had an eerie sensation as if a wave of

fleeting palpitation, her bedroom door was knocked upon by the

the Goodwins have come to visit, and your father requests your presence downstairs.”

already ten in the morning, Winnie quickly

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community had come the day before to express their gratitude for the children’s

them were the Goodwins, one of the four prominent families of Emerald Bay, though their relationship with

a known fact within their circle. Despite the tension, neither family had reached the point of an

the airport attack belonged to the Goodwins, who had scoffed at superstitions like geomancy and had led

feeling humiliated, they were quick to send gifts of

reason, they

Goodwin, the young patriarch of the Goodwin family. Though peers by generation, Jarrod was several years Horace’s

senior.

the attack was his only daughter.

remarkably youthful. His presence exuded sophistication, but as he

explained, “You see, my daughter was tormented by nightmares last night, and

actually gotten close to the children. Nor had she expected any of them to be affected by the spectral felines‘

the previous night, Winnie wasn’t

a Safety Charm, she instructed, “Keep this on her

the next couple of days. She’ll be fine.”

things, even with

dubious alternatives, he came to seek her

“Thank you.”

mention it,” Winnie replied, “That’ll be two thousand

and Winnie raised an eyebrow as if to say, “You’re not planning to

help but snicker at the side.

the uptake, whipped out his