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Natasha smiled and took Dustin by the elbow. “Let’s go. I’ll show you around, and we’ll drop by Dash
Corporation.”
In South City, the Swanson family room was bright and spacious. Ezra sat across Eleanor at the table,
talking and eating dessert.
“Ezra, why is Sir Crane still not here? Do you think he stood us up?” Eleanor looked at the time,
appearing upset. She’d been waiting for an hour, but no one showed up.
“Eleanor, be patient. Sir Crane is a very busy man. Let’s wait for a little longer. He should be here
soon.” Ezra flashed her a charming smile.
As soon as he was done talking, someone opened the door. Soon, an old man dressed in an all-black
suit with a stern and cold expression strode in.
The old man had his hands behind him. His facial expression was icy, and his gaze haughty. He had
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthis mysterious air around him..
“Sir Crane, you’ve finally arrived.” Ezra’s eyes lit up, welcome him. and he stood up to.
“Have you prepared what I requested?” Theodore sat down slowly. He spoke in a low and enigmatic
voice.
“All ready.” Ezra nodded as he took out a shirt and put it on the table. He continued, “This is a shirt
worn by Dustin Rhys. I asked someone to steal it.
“Very good. With this shirt, that guy won’t be able to escape.” Theodore nodded with a satisfying look.
Dustin’s actions had embarrassed him to no end in front of the Welch family.
Now that Ezra was going to pay him to cast a spell on Dustin Rhys, it was just like he could get paid to
avenge as well. Wasn’t it a sweet deal? himself
“Sir Crane, it’s just a shirt. What can it possibly do?” Eleanor was unimpressed.
“Why? Are you doubting my abilities?” Theodore looked displeased. “Please don’t misunderstand her,
Sir Crane. Eleanor is just curious. We’ve never seen anything like this.” Ezra tried to smooth things
over with a smile.
“Truth be told, a person’s scent will linger on their shirt. We can’t detect it, but there are some things
that could accurately locate them just by their scent alone, even from hundreds of miles away,”
Theodore explained.
“Really? What are these amazing things?” Eleanor was suddenly intrigued.
“This is a business secret. I can’t tell you anything,” Theodore replied coolly. Eleanor frowned and was
a little annoyed. But she decided not to lose her temper.
“Sir Crane, let’s begin.” Ezra changed the topic.
“Alright.” Theodore nodded and retrieved two tightly sealed wooden containers. The wooden container
on the left was covered with a green cloth, and the one on the right was covered with a red cloth.
“Something venomous is in the green wooden container. Once a person is bitten by this thing, they will
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmexperience excruciating pain. They’d feel like a whole army of ants were eating them alive. They’d be
torn between living and dying.
“Something aggressive is in the red one. If bitten by this, the person will bleed to death through all their
orifices within three minutes.
“Now, make your choice. Would you like him to suffer excruciating pain, or would you like him to die
instantly?” Theodore introduced the different spell effects and gave them the right to decide.
“Eleanor, what do you think we should choose?” Ezra turned to ask.
“Killing him would be too easy on him. “Eleanor’s face was cold, and her eyes shone with a killer intent.
“He went against me. I want him to experience excruciating pain. I want him to regret the choices he
made. I want him to kneel before me and beg for forgiveness and apologize for his mistakes!”
Ezra’s eyelid twitched when he heard that.
Fuck! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.