Gavin scoffed, the malice evident in his wrinkled eyes. "What can be done? The deed is done; they're gone. So, we'll just send Kaitlyn a picture of the urn, and let's see what she does. Will she cling to that useless old family recipe, or does she want to see her parents reduced to ashes?"

Victoria's eyes widened in horror.

Who the hell came up with this sick plan?

Was Gavin not afraid of being haunted by the Littleton's vengeful spirits?

Aurora Mountain Villa.

In a two-thousand-square-foot villa, the lights were off in every room except the living room.

Members of the Nine Mystics Society were stationed in every corner, ensuring the villa's security. Kaitlyn had been teetering on the edge of a breakdown all day. Finally relaxing, she collapsed into the first empty room she found and fell asleep.

Amelia's fever had broken, Tyler's wounds showed no signs of infection, and after taking Vivienne's pills, Sadie and Julian were out like lights.

Anna did a round of the villa before settling back in the living room.

Draven sat on the couch, silently cleaning his knives, an array of sleek switchblades neatly arrayed on the coffee table.

long legs, carelessly resting his head against the back of the sofa

eyelids fluttering with fatigue, yet she dared not sleep, fearing she might be taken out by Anna and

seat, pulling out her phone to check the time. "It's almost dawn. Where are Vivienne and Percival? Shouldn't they be

switchblade on the table and sighed as if he had finished a monumental task. He poured himself a cup of water, taking a sip before speaking, "They should be here soon. Emerald City isn't far, and even if those guys are tough, it's no big deal

from his room. "Even if they're a bit delayed, it's fine. The Abernathys can't pull any more stunts against the Littletons

settled after the trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a

rain continued to patter

room flickered with light

this severe, but he couldn't shake the

us. The online buzz is still brewing, but with our legal summons, the tide is turning. The Littletons are under our watch; what could possibly go wrong?" Thomas shook his head, unsure.

Kaitlyn, who had been asleep, suddenly burst out

her frantic gaze sweeping the

quickly grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton, Ms. Vivienne

stammered, her hands trembling as she held her phone, "There's no time! Can you call her, ask her to come back quickly? There's really no time left!" "What's happened?" Thomas

cursed inwardly at his earlier premonition and strode over. "Mrs. Littleton, may I see

since the start,

didn't wait for her consent before reaching out

was now filled

hands, murmuring repeatedly about the lack

"Bastards!"

phone, and he

he stood, he made sure to pocket the switchblades. "What

for everyone to see, and the message from an unknown

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