My Dreamy Old Husband

In the middle of the night, the psychic grandmaster and his two sons were cleaning up the mess at the altar on the rooftop of the Ronney Group’s office building. Now that the grandmaster had messed up the ritual, Henry was sure to kick them out of the Yard Family.

However, the grandmaster was not convinced that he was at fault. My clan has always acted as the Yard Family’s psychic grandmasters. We were extremely powerful in the past, so why are my powers not working? Then, he searched for the leftover blood from Ryan and Henry that had yet to be used as well as a strand of Sophia’s hair. He wanted to redo the ritual. Preparing the altar again, he stood before it like a madman with disheveled hair. If it fails again this time… That can only mean that the end of the Yard Family is nigh! Nothing can save them anymore. If so, the meaning behind my existence as their psychic grandmaster will be gone too…

On the 32nd floor of the Ronney Group’s office building, Henry was pacing about anxiously. It was late at night, yet even the 32nd floor was not spared the pervasive smell of barbecue coming from downstairs—the magnificent Ronney Group building smelled of barbecue.

Was it Callum and Cade? To be honest, Henry wasn’t sure either. Still, he was very familiar with his two elder brothers’ capabilities and methods. All four of them were twins, and he too wanted to become the head of the Yard Family. Therefore, he had always been competing against them as rivals. Since we were young, Ryan and I have considered Callum and Cade to be enemies we needed to surpass. Would they let us breathe easy? While he was mulling over those thoughts, the smell of barbecue coming from downstairs penetrated his senses. It seriously impacted his ability to think. “Why is the barbecue stand downstairs still open?!”

Not long ago, they sent their security guards out to chase those people away. The incident unexpectedly turned into a large-scale security incident, and nearly forced the company to close its doors for self-inspection.

If only this were not Cethos… and this was my private turf; who would dare to set up a stall on my private territory?! “One day, I’m going to make it so that they can never run wild within my territory again!” Henry said viciously. At that moment, something black fell from above. It flew past the 32nd-floor window where he was standing like a shooting star and continued hurtling down toward the ground without pause—the psychic grandmaster had committed suicide by jumping off the building! Moreover, he fell directly onto the barbecue stand and died on the spot. The dead grandmaster lying in a pool of blood frightened the barbecue stall so badly that they fled several miles away. After that incident, nobody dared to set up a stall near the Ronney Group’s building for quite some time.

were taken to the police station to aid in the investigation. The entrance of the Ronney Group’s office building was cordoned off by the police, and the company was forced to shut down for several days. Somebody had died in the building; combined with the rumors from a while back, none of the employees dared to turn up for work. Besides, the employees were already feeling uneasy in the first place. That was why Henry had brought in the

his surprise,

grandmaster is dead? Could it be Sophia? Killing the grandmaster now will certainly muddy the waters. I wonder if Henry can remain in control of the situation and keep it under wraps now that somebody from the Ronney Group, a foreign enterprise, has died.

that grandmaster had devoted his entire life to the Yard Family. Even if he did not produce results, he still worked hard for them… Callum felt that the grandmaster’s

who did it? Did the Yard twins throw the grandmaster off the building in a fit of rage because the ritual failed and they couldn’t cast a lethal curse on me? Or, did Callum take the opportunity to frame his younger brothers? In any case, Henry and Ryan are goners. Somebody died. Moreover, it happened during the busiest time of

lethal curse on Sophia at the rooftop of the building. During the first attempt, somebody had thrown a firecracker

incident. There were no witnesses, videos, or audio recordings of the incident. Moreover,

him murdering the grandmaster.

up with great difficulty. There’s no evidence to prove him guilty, but there’s no evidence to prove him innocent either. That’s the most amazing part of it all! Despite knowing that he is the murderer, the police can do nothing! Not bad; they will definitely