Chapter 239
When she had gotten Sophia’s hair earlier, she had performed a ritual in the dead of night, using the energy of her hair to trace the aura bound to
The moment she broke the opposing formation, the backlash hit him hard.
In that brief moment when the old man was spitting blood from the backlash, she struck, ending his life without hesitation.
With his death, Sophia lost his power, and her appearance changed. Her once graceful features now seemed hollow, her entire aura now a shadow of her former high–society elegance.
This was why she was in such a hurry to deal with Finnian, to siphon some of his huck and energy to restore her own.
And now, using Francis, she was bold enough to bring everything into the open. It was all part of her plan to use this villa, to pull the threads and follow the clues until she exposed the enemy, leaving them no room to escape.
“This place is creepy, isn’t it? Do you think it’s haunted? Selah asked with a shiver, her voice full of unease.
Freya, equally unnerved, grabbed her arm and whispered. “Don’t say things like that! It’s freaking me out.”
Stellan, however, w was more focused. As he checked the doors and windows, he raised an eyebrow. “This villa’s layour is a little odd.”
“How so!” Francis asked, half–distracted but still curious.
Stellan surveyed the space and pointed toward the windows. “There are eight of them, but each one is different. When we were filming, I saw something similar–a formation”
The setup was close To this one. I’m not sure if it’s a coincidence, but look–the arrangement of these chairs is also octagonal, perfectly aligning with the windows” He gestured to the living room.
Odalys raised an eyebrow, surprised. She hadn’t expected Stellan to apply his filming knowledge in this situation.
“Yes, this is definitely a formation. During the day, sunlight gathers in this spot, and at night, it gathers moonlight,” she added, her tone more
cryptic.
It was clear to her now: someone had been using this place for rituals, sitting in the center, drawing power. The old man who had died here had been seated there when she ended his life, his blood staining the ground where he fell.
With a cold smirk, Odalys turned and led Selah and Freya toward a side room, her voice steady. “Stellan, come with us”
“Okay,” Stellan replied, puzzled but following
Francis was about to follow, but before he could take a step. Odalys turned sharply, pushing him back. He stumbled a few steps, unable to react before she slammed the door shut behind him.
Francis lips moved as if to speak, but the sound of an engine revving outside cut him off. A group of manager.
prople stormed in, led by none other than his
“Francis Where the hell have you been? We’ve been looking for you all day and night. You’re hiding here?? The manager, wearing a hat and sunglasses, marched in with a haughty air.
Behind her stood a woman in a white Sophia dress, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She looked at Francis with a tragic expression, biting her lip as tears streamed down her face. “I knew you were avoiding me, didn’t I? You were hiding from me on purpose because I went to the airport to pick you up, right?”
“You went off to do a variety show, and now you’re s seeing someone else! Is that it! You think I’m no longer good enough for you, right? That’s why you won’t even reply to my messages, won’t answer my calls, and now you’re holed up here by yourself?”
“I’ve been with you for over six months, I even quit my job to be by your side. And now you’re just going to throw me away?” The woman’s voice cracked as she look a step closer.
Francis instinctively stepped back.
Once, he would ve felt protective toward her, seeing her as fragile, but now, all he saw was something twisted in her eyes–eyes that, despite their bears, were full of coldness,
“I’ve already told you–we’re not right for each other. I broke up with you. What more do you want from me!” Francis rubbed his temples, trying to stay calm
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Chapter 239
Before she could respond, several tall, imposing men walked in–bodyguards, by the looks of them. They stood by the door, blocking his escape
“Are you planning to force me back! I told you, I don’t want to be with you. I won’t marry you either,” Francis snapped.
“Don’t forget, you’re my manager, but I’m on vacation. I’m not obligated to participate in anything you want me to.”
The manager’s lips curled into a smirk, and she calmly removed her sunglasses.
Crossing her arms, she looked at him with disdain. “You really think you’re some big shot now, don’t you? I made you into an international model, and now you’re acting like you’ve made it?”
“If it weren’t for your body, do you think I’d be running around after you, putting in all this work? Have you even looked in the mirror lately to see what you’ve become” She sounded exasperated.
Francis was silent
His fists clenched involuntarily as he glanced toward the room where Odalys and the others had gone.
“Go check in there, the manager barked.
As if on cue, the bodyguards stormed toward the door. Francis tried to stop them, but they were faster, kicking the door open.
The door slammed open, and the bodyguards searched the room before turning back. “No one’s in there.”
The rest of the bodyguards filed in with the same report, “The villa’s been checked. No one’s here
Francis‘ heart skipped a beat.
Though he trusted Odalys and the others, a lingering fear still gripped him. They had no obligation to protect him. If they wanted to run, it would be understandable. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been caught off guard before he even had a chance to react.
In the midst of his internal turmoil, his phone buzzed.
He looked down and saw that Odalys had just received the a million dollars he’d sent her earlier.
His breath caught for a moment. Before he could process the shock, the bodyguards seized him, holding him still as his phone was snatched away by his manager.
Her eyes widened when she saw the transaction on
on his scr
“You were still thinking about sending money to someone else right before you die!” The manager’s face flushed with rage.
The woman in the white dress stepped forward, wiping away her tears. She looked at Francis coldly. “So, you really were cheating, huh? But that’s fine. You won’t be around to regret it.”
“Since you’ve betrayed me, your death won’t even make me feel guilty,” she said, her voice void of any emotion.
The bodyguards held Francis tightly as he struggled, his shin ripping off to reveal his toned abs. His lips moved, but all he could think of was the woman he once loved–who had now turned into a stranger, full of venom.
“What do you want from me? Are you doctors? What is this? Are you going to kill me?” Francis shouted as he fought back with everything he had.
