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.”

girl, flaunting her little skills

to stumble.”

an eerie sensation as if a wave of malice had just brushed against

she could ponder the fleeting palpitation, her bedroom door was knocked upon by the family’s

come to visit, and your father requests your

at the clock and noticing it was already ten in the morning, Winnie quickly got ready

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for

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

of Emerald Bay, though

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

the children caught in the airport attack belonged to the Goodwins, who had scoffed at superstitions like geomancy and

feeling humiliated, they were quick to send gifts of gratitude.

for some reason, they had

living room, she found Horace already in conversation with Jarrod Goodwin, the

senior.

child involved in the attack was his only daughter.

but as he turned to Winnie, his expression

last night, and

the children. Nor had she expected any of them to be affected by the

the dissipating malice of the previous night, Winnie wasn’t worried.

instructed, “Keep this

couple of days. She’ll be

His family had never believed in such things, even with rumors of Winnie’s mystical talents. But after yesterday, disbelief was a luxury he could no longer afford.

assistance over dubious alternatives, he came to

“Thank you.”

Winnie replied, “That’ll be two thousand for the

eyebrow as if to say,

couldn’t help but snicker

but quick on the uptake, whipped out his phone and said awkwardly, “I’ll transfer it