Chapter 412 Traces of Possession by Evil Spirits.

Blake rang the doorbell, and shortly after, a maid came out, wearing a polite smile as she asked, “May I inquire about your identity?”

Glancing at the opulent villa and its surroundings, he replied nonchalantly. “I have a slight connection with Mrs. Fowler, so kindly inform her that my last name is MacNeil. In Clodston, the MacNeil farmily was the only one bearing that surname and holding a certain status. He believed that upon hearing this surname, Madam Fowler, if not foolish, would promptly emerge.

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The maid acknowledged with a nod and responded, “Very well, please wait for a moment.”

Once the maid departed. Lilly inquired, “Dad, do you know Auntie Fowler?”

Blake admitted, “I don’t

It puzzled her. “Then why did you claim to have an acquaintance with her?”

Shamelessly, he replied, “Well, we’re all descendants of the same ancestors, so isn’t that a form of acquaintance?”

Lilly was shocked. She grasped the concept of “descendant” as her older brother had recently explained it to Hannah during their lesson. However, she wondered if the term could be used in such a context. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. She felt she had gained some inexplicably impressive knowledge, but struggled to articulate it fully.

Next to them, Grace thought to herself, “Descendants. It means more than just being acquainted. It could even imply being relatives, right?”

after, a pale and fragile lady rushed out, her face drained of color. Hurriedly, she suddenly began,

speech came in interrupted bursts, heavily punctuated by bouts of coughing. Yet, amidst her urgency, she extended her hand in a gesture of

in their thirties or forties coughed, emitting a feebleness typically associated with someone

reached out his hand and applied gentle pressure his voice clear and icy as he spoke, “No need

lady remained quiet. Her

problem with her father’s words and comforted, “Mmm, Auntie

silent, offering no response.

above her head, undoubtedly left behind by a malevolent spirit. However, there was no sign of the spirit’s presence on the lady herself. It was perplexing.

“This residual aura is the imprint left by an evil spirit.

Chris before?”

nodded in

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he is undoubtedly a formidable practitioner. It’s

upon her, understanding

silent, absorbing the information. She was aware of this general knowledge, not harboring any envy towards those who had a master to teach them.

Grace into her home. With a perplexed expression, she inquired, “May I ask the reason for

had humiliated the MacNeil family on numerous occasions, gaining notoriety among the elite circles. The lady was uncertain about his purpose for

words, Blake cut to the chase and inquired, “Did you go

way, causing her to collapse onto the sofa. “I…

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