Chapter 412 Traces of Possession by Evil Spirits


    ke rang the doorbell, and shortly after, a maid came out, wearing a polite smile as she asked, "May I


    inquire about your identity?"


    ncing at the opulent vi and its surroundings, he replied nonchntly, "I have a slight connection


    with Mrs. Fowler, so kindly inform her that myst name is MacNeil." In Clodston, the MacNeil family


    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.


    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?"


    ke admitted, "I don''t."


    It puzzled her, "Then why did you im 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


    exined 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 articte it fully.


    Next to them, Grace thought to herself, "Descendants... It means more than just being acquainted. It


    could even imply being rtives, right?"


    Shortly after, a pale and fragiledy rushed out, her face drained of color. Hurriedly, she suddenly


    began coughing, causing her paleplexion to flush red. "I... I apologize..."


    Her speech came in interrupted bursts, heavily punctuated by bouts of coughing. Yet, amidst her


    urgency, she extended her hand in a gesture of invitation, the intensity of her coughing increasing.


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


    their seventies or eighties.


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


    to hurry."


    Thedy remained quiet. Her expression was unchanged.


    Lilly saw no problem with her father''s words andforted, "Mmm, Auntie Fowler, take your time."


    Thedy remained silent, offering no response.


    Lilly discreetly observed thedy, contemting the peculiar presence of a gloomy aura lingering


    above her head, undoubtedly left behind by a malevolent spirit. However, there was no sign of the


    spirit''s presence on thedy herself. It was perplexing.


    Pablo rified, "This residual aura is the imprint left by an evil spirit. Lilly, do you recall if she visited


    Chris before?"


    Lilly nodded in confirmation.


    Pablo proceeded, "Chris may be devious and malicious, but he is undoubtedly a formidable


    practitioner. It''s possible that the evil spirit recognized him and fled."


    A realization dawned upon her, understanding the situation now.


    Grace remained silent, absorbing the information. She was aware of this general knowledge, not


    harboring any envy towards those who had a master to teach them.


    Feeling a sense of difort, Madam Fowler invited ke, Lilly, and Grace into her home. With a


    perplexed expression, she inquired, "May I ask the reason for your visit?" Her gaze involuntarily shifted


    towards ke.


    Knowing the MacNeil family, she couldn''t forget the incident where ke, known as the "God of Battle,"


    had humiliated the MacNeil family on numerous asions, gaining notoriety among the elite circles.


    Thedy was uncertain about his purpose for seeking her out, which left her uneasy.


    Without wasting any words, ke cut to the chase and inquired, "Did you go to Chris?"


    Thedy''splexion instantly drained, and her legs gave way, causing her to copse onto the sofa.


    "I... I..."


    Maintaining hisposure, he reassured her, "There''s no need to be afraid. I''m not here to apprehend


    you."


    Thedy was momentarily speechless.


    Suddenly, a loud crash resonated outside, and a Bugatti halted in front of the vi. Soon after, the


    sound of the gate opening followed. A man''s voice queried, "Whose car is this? Whose is it? Where''s


    my sister-inw?"


    The man''s voice preceded his entrance, filled with usation and anger. "Ah, my sister-inw has


    finally revealed her true colors, huh? Taking hold of my brother''s wealth and refusing to let go, now


    nning to die and couldn''t resist seducing other men, huh?"


    "What''s the matter? Isn''t my brother''s wealth enough to leave for his own younger brother? Are you


    nning to inherit it all and give it to your lover?" Without dy, the man stormed into the living room,


    forcefully pushing aside the ss partition with a loud crash.


    ke raised an eyebrow; so, it was him. The man who had been driving the Maserati moments ago!


    ring at ke with evident displeasure, the man recognized the SUV parked at the entrance, even


    though he hadn''t seen its owner earlier.


    "I wondered who would dare to confront me so boldly. Sister-inw, are you conspiring with your lover


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    to kill me, your own younger brother?" The man sneered, "Tch, you even have children now? Two of


    them?"


    Madam Fowler''s anger red, causing her to cough uncontrobly. "You... Mind your tongue!" She


    wheezed out and approached him.


    This man was Parker Ferguson, Madam Fowler''s younger brother-inw. He chuckled in an eerie


    manner and remarked, "Sister-inw, you always appear so dignified, but who would have thought you


    were so promiscuous in secret."


    ke''s brows furrowed, reaching his limit of tolerance. Interfering in other people''s family affairs was


    not his concern. However, with his daughter present, the situation changed. Lilly was only four years


    old. The exposure to such words would harm her prospect throughout her life.


    Without hesitation, ke raised his foot and delivered a forceful kick, sending Parker tumbling off the


    sofa. As he hit the ground, his lumbar vertebrae emitted an audible crack. Writhing in pain, Parker


    red at ke and uttered, "You!"


    In aposed manner, ke retorted, "What''s that? Craving for a taste of prison food? I can arrange


    a free trip for you." His gaze grew colder as he spoke, "I couldn''t care less about your family disputes,


    but mind your words in my presence. If you provoke me, I won''t stop at dismantling a car door; I''ll have


    no qualms about tearing off your head."


    Parker stood there, his mind spinning with disbelief. Unexinably, an overwhelming sense of fear


    washed over him, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. At that moment, he realized how he had


    sumbed to cowardice, transforming his initial anger into deep-seated embarrassment.


    "A beggar driving a car that''s not even worth a million. How dare you threaten me?" Parker jeered, his


    voiceced with mockery. "You''re desperately trying to seduce a widow. Does living off a woman suit


    your taste? Bringing your daughter along to beg for food, fearing she won''t learn the art of seduction?


    Well, I know a wealthy friend who''s quite fond of that. How about I help you send your daughter over?


    After all, it''s a matter of carrying on the family legacy, isn''t it?"


    ke''s expression was grim and forbidding. Unbeknownst to Parker, he was about to face the


    consequences of his actions. Oblivious to the impending disaster, he merely revealed his belief that his


    words had sessfully provoked ke, finding an unwarranted sense of aplishment. He burst


    intoughter, tauntingly eximing, "Oh, oh, are you angry now? A pale-faced gigolo who lives off


    women wants to tear my head off? Well,e on then! My head is right here,e and tear it off!"


    With a mocking grin, he extended his neck closer to ke, goading him further.