All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 1891 - Chapter 1899

The chair Landon was sitting on might as well have been a throne of bones. He didn't need to say anything. He just rested his chin on his hand, and countless vengeful spirits would surge from behind him, ready to rip Jarold to shreds. Every single one of them was stronger than Jarold, and they could all finish him in one or two bites. Jarold lifted what was left of his arm, blood and tears streaming down his face, desperate to beg for mercy. But he knew Landon had never been the merciful type. Besides his arm, his entire left side had already turned to black goo. Just when he thought he was toast, a calm voice floated down from upstairs. "Landon, don't kill him. I still need to ask him some questions." Jarold recognized it—that was Aria, the female arcane seeker with the Soul-Summoning Plaque. He couldn't wrap his head around what these two had going on. But the next thing he knew, all the nightmare fuel in front of him just disappeared. He could finally breathe again. And La

Ever since Sawyer had heard about how Torven betrayed his own wife, he wanted to destroy that scumbag more than anything else. Sam stood there, clearly reading Sawyer's mood. "Mr. Pratt, there's no need to rush. We'll hit him when he's on top of the world and thinks he's untouchable. Then, we'll knock him down so hard he'll wish he were dead." Sawyer cracked a smile. "That sounds good." He ruffled Sam's hair. "You know, seeing you is like looking in a mirror from 50 years ago. I had that exact same personality and attitude back then. It's almost scary how similar we are." Barron had said the exact same thing about Sawyer way back when. He was straight as an arrow and couldn't stand even the tiniest bit of corruption. Not many folks could turn down power when it came knocking—the ones who could were all special in their own way. Meanwhile, Damian's driver was taking him back to the Delaney Group. Halfway there, the driver hit the brakes. Damian looked up—a massive truck was

The fog outside the Keating residence grew even thicker. Looking down from above, something felt off about the entire house, as if it were hiding secrets deep within its walls. This feeling intensified after Aria mentioned the existence of a third evil spirit. The three priests immediately turned as pale as death. One of them muttered nervously, "Everyone who's called a soul or checked the esoteric patterns of a house knows the worst nightmare is running into a soul you can't track down. "The problem is that no one knows which person it's currently possessing, and there's no way to predict what it might do next. Arcane implements and stuff like that have no effect on it whatsoever. But as an evil spirit, it can leave its host or kill someone at any moment." His words sent chills down everyone's spine. There were dozens of people in the Keating residence. If the spirit kept its spectral aura hidden while possessing someone, they'd have no way to identify who was harmless and who

Emmett clenched his jaw as his face turned ashen. Stillborns like him would always turn into Malathrans, so his emotional outburst was bound to stir up the other evil spirits. But this time, the evil spirits he'd been feeding were in for a nasty karmic backlash, like that one in the living room. When karma caught up with it, all that showed on its face was twisted rage. The same went for those evil spirits buried in the Keating family cemetery, who had all tried to keep the Keatings down. Without the energy of Keating descendants, they couldn't even hold their ground in the Netherrealm, much less feast on any offerings. After years of being pushed around, the Keating ancestors weren't about to show them any mercy. A family that had earned its honor through military service wouldn't stand for this kind of disrespect. Whoever had set up this whole scheme had gotten way too cocky about their plan. Or maybe they just couldn't imagine anyone would figure out their double-layered tra