Chapter 472
As Odalys finished speaking a low, magnetic voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, sending a chill down her spine.
“Was it him who tricked the Bennett family into abandoning you and adopting Sophia” Percival’s voice was low and measured, but it carried an undeniable weight.
Odalys looked up, startled
She hadn’t expected Percival to make his presence known so soon. Earlier, he’d been standing near the tree, observing with a calm, almost aloof Jemeanor, but now he was casually leaning against the same tree branch beside her. The shadows from the leaves concealed the three of them, so
had not been noticed
“Hmm, that doesn’t quite add up, though. When the Bennett family came to consult him, they seemed unfamiliar with him,” Orson scratched his head in confusion. His mind had been in overdrive lately, trying to piece everything together, but now it was starting to feel like his brain wasn’t quite keeping up
“It’s possible he used a false identity. The more mysterious he is, the more power he has,” Percivall offered with a knowing lone
Orson paused. The more mysterious someone was, the more they could manipulate. Money could be made off of their ambiguity.
“True or false, the truth will eventually reveal itself. We don’t need to worry about it,” Odalys said, her voice calm and authoritative. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick message to the producer before turning around and gracefully jumping down from the tree.
Percival and Onion followed closely behind her. The three of them moved silently, slipping out of the alley unnoticed.
Inside the quadrangle courtyards, the producer stood, his face a mask of fury. He watched Oliver, who was now waving his wand dramatically, his expression one of sorrow and desperation. The producer could barely control his urge to kick Oliver into the din.
“How dare you listen to others and doubt me? If you hadn’t asked me to be your godfather, do you think I would have helped you? I’m the one who performed the ritual that made you pregnant‘ Oliver’s voice rang out in self–pity.
The producer’s phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced down, reading the message. His i and flinging it at Oliver.
eyes narrowed. He turned, grabbing a handful of dirt
ours, he
To hell with your godfather status! Today, my wife and I are cutting all ties with you. From now on, you take your path, and we’ll take our
med, his voice filled with contempt.
“Spit on him! Spit on him!” he shouted, pushing his wife forward.
The woman, already panicked, froze in confusion but quickly joined in, spitting at
Oliver as well.
“That’s it! I’m done with you, godfather! Our relationship is over,” she cried, her voice a mix of anger and fear
Oliver stood there, stunned, his face covered in their spit. The shock rendered him speechless as the producer and his wife turned on their heels and walked away, leaving him behind.
“Ugh, my face!” Oliver groaned in pain, instinctively clutching his face as he stumbled back. He almost got bitten again by the cursed imprint.
He stared helplessly at the empty c courtyard.
his carefully built energy field shattered.
er had thrown dirt at him, spat on him–an overt display of disdain, but in its absurdity, it was even more malicious.
The producer
Then, suddenly, a wave of something sinister washed over him.
His chest tightened, and without warning, a torrent of blood burst from his mouth. His body convulsed violently as if something inside him was being ripped away.
Oliver let out a piercing scream, his voice echoing through the empty courtyard.
Blood continued to seep from the corners of his mouth, his face contorted with pain, and his entire body was wracked with spasms. It felt as if his very essence was being sucked dry.
And then, in the deafening silence, he heard a child’s voice. Faint and distant, but it sounded as if it were coming from his own skin. It was a chilling whisper, carried by the echoes of his screamı.
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“What… what is happening? Is this is this backlash! No, it can’t be! I’ve controlled the child’s soul, turned it into a painting and sold it to them. They hang it above their bed. As long as she keeps losing blood, the child’s soul will be able to enter her womb. Whether she miscarries or the child dies young, it’s all part of the plan to create the ghost baby,” Oliver muttered to himself in horror.
“But no one knew about my plan… How could it suddenly backfire like this! Why are they reversing everything today? Why are they suddenly rejecting me as godfather!” His voice trembled with panic as he tried to make sense of the unfolding disaster.
Then, as if a bolt of realization struck him, his eyes widened.
He could feel it–the destruction of his carefully laid plans, the unraveling of everything he had worked for.
“Who ruined my plan? Who in Crownridge could have seen through it? How did they destroy my spell so easily?” His breath caught in his throat. The painting… it must have been destroyed. The child’s soul… is this the bite mark on my face!”
Had his own actions come back to haunt him so quickly! His past deeds were now returning with a vengeance–flung right back into his face, along with the symbolic spit from the producer and his wife,
“Dammit! Who did this to me? Oliver howled, his frustration and rage reaching a fever pitch.
He couldn’t believe it–his plans, so carefully orchestrated, had come crashing down. And now, with the appearance of this mysterious backlash, he was at a loss.
“Odalys? Could it be her?” he whispered, his mind racing. “But I haven’t crossed paths with her lately. Why would she target me now? Ahhh… II hurts… I need to get that necklace from her. I have to get it!” His voice was filled with desperation and greed as a dangerous spark flickered in his
Not far off. still hidden in the shadows, the producer and his wife had not yet left the scene. They had heard Oliver’s frantic murmurs, and it had become painfully clear to them who had ruined Oliver’s plan.
“If he hadn’t tricked me into becoming his godfather… if he hadn’t been scheming against our child, we would have been fine. But now, our child is in danger of being used by him the woman said, her face pale, her body crumpling in exhaustion.
The producer’s face was hard to read as he stood silent, processing everything.
“We need to go to Odalys at Magic Entertainment,” he suddenly declared, his voice firm. “We need her help”
He had only tested the waters before, but now he understood–Odalys was his savior.
“Yes, yes, let’s go now,” the woman responded, a look of determination finally settling over her.
They hurried out of the alley and into their car, heading straight for Magic Entertainment. Meanwhile, Odalys watched them leave, ensuring their safety. As soon as the car disappeared down the road, she lowered the car window.
“They’re gone. We can leave now,” Odalys said, her voice calm and collected.
She hadn’t moved earlier because she wanted to make sure the producer and his wife were out of harm’s way. Oliver, cornered and desperate, might do anything–including murder.
“Are we just going to let Oliver off the hook?” Orson asked, still restless. “He’s a fraud. We’re just going to leave him like this?”
“Why bother?” Odalys replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “The Bennett family is already in chaos. After today, Oliver’s reputation will be shattered. No one is going to come to his aid in this courtyard anymore. He’s finished.”
She paused for a moment, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Oliver’s going to be desperate now. He’s going to try and drag people down with him. The Bennett family is already falling apart. Isn’t that exactly what we need?” Odalys continued, her words calm but full of hidden meaning.
Orson’s eyes widened. “Right Henry’s been trying to reach him, hasn’t he? Now, with everything in disarray, Oliver’s going to make a move. And that’s when we get to strike.”
A wicked grin spread across Odalys’s face.
