True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Quincy was freaking out. 

It was one thing to be tormented in his dreams, but this time, he had actual physical contact. with the ghost that haunted him. Whenever he remembered the icy, rigid touch that had- covered his mouth, chills would run down his spine, and the sensation seemed to linger endlessly. 

With that thought, Quincy finally made up his mind. 

In the hospital room, Kathryn stared at Quincy in disbelief. 

“Quincy, you want to take the Amulet?” she asked. 

Quincy’s usually handsome face bore signs of exhaustion. Meeting Kathryn’s wounded gaze, he tried to soften his tone. “Kathryn, something’s come up at home. I need to borrow the Amulet for a little while. Once things settle down, I’ll bring it back to you.” 

Kathryn frowned, about to protest, when Suzan interjected, “Quincy, you know how unlucky Kathryn’s been lately. She’s been depending on that Amulet for protection. If you take it away now, aren’t you just putting her life at risk?” 

Quincy replied, exasperated, “Mom, how could I not care for Kathryn? But I’m really in trouble right now. You know that!” 

But Suzan was not sympathetic. “Didn’t you hire a spiritualist to clear the house of spirits? Get another if one doesn’t work. You’ll find someone who can handle it eventually. But Kathryn is in no state to face any more setbacks. Quincy, please, Quincy, please, show more care for your 

sister.” 

Hearing Suzan’s words, Kathryn gave Quincy a pitiful look. “Don’t you care about me anymore. Quincy?” 

Quincy grew agitated. Under normal circumstances, he would have relented to make his sister happy. After all, he had always doted on her. But at the time, his very life was at stake. 

“I’m not just taking it and never giving it back. I only need it for a few days. I’ll return it once we get a competent spiritualist,” Quincy said, his patience wearing thin. 

Kathryn’s head drooped, the picture of sadness, and Suzan’s heart ached for her. 

As the head of the family and the cornerstone of their business, Barton couldn’t afford any mishaps. His Amulet was off–limits. But as a mother, Suzan was torn. Both her son and daughter were dear to her. Her well–being was also on the line these past few days. 

“Quincy, can’t you think of another solution? Maybe stay at the church for a few nights and get a blessed talisman? Perhaps you can ask Winnie for another Amulet or two if all else fails?” 

Suzan suggested, thinking she might ask for one herself, forgetting her promise to help 

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12:15 

Kathryn sue Winnie for fraud. 

Overhearing that, Kathryn Immediately objected, “Mom! After all the harm Winnie has caused me and with the Internet backlash I’m facing, how can you even consider asking her for help? Did you forget your promise to help me take her to court?” 

Quincy, considering asking Winnie for help if needed, frowned at Kathryn’s words. “You’re still thinking of suing her? Kathryn, do you not realize what’s happening at home? We might still need Winnie’s help to resolve our issues. If you charge her now, you’re just forcing her to become our enemy.” 

His tone was sharp, and Suzan immediately took offense. “There’s no need to snap at your sister. It’s not like she wanted any of this. It’s all because of that heartless Winnie. She knew what we were planning with the Amulet and waited until now to retaliate. She’s cunning. She probably learned all that mystic stuff to get back at us. And you still think she’ll help us willingly?” 

As the conversation spiraled, Kathryn began to sob, blaming herself for the family’s misfortune. Suzan turned to console her daughter, leaving Quincy, already at his limit and burdened by the ghostly attachment, to storm out in a huff. Kathryn’s crying intensified at his departure. 

Winnie had finished rearranging her room while the Henderson family fell apart over the Amulet. She would take the Ghost Baby to see Catherine one last time. 

However, as her car was out of Silver Lake Manor, it was suddenly stopped by Parker, who had been in an accident after his breakup with Kathryn and was still sporting an arm sling. 

Standing before her car, the sight of his injury lent him a somewhat pitiful air. 

“Winnie! I need to talk to you!” Parker called out, prompting the driver to glance back at Winnie questioningly. 

“Ignore him. Just drive.” Winnie commanded briskly. She had no intention of wasting time on Parker, nor was she inclined to hear him out. 

Understanding his employer’s wishes, the driver nodded to the security personnel to remove the obstruction and prepared to restart the engine. 

Parker tried to break free from the security guard’s grip, but the guards at Silver Lake Manor were not the kind a skinny guy like him could shake off. As he saw the car about to leave, he threw caution and his dignity as a scion of the Robinson family to the wind and started yelling, “Winnie! I broke up with Kathryn. What more do you want from me? Winnie! I believe you have some feelings for me! Why were you chasing after me every day if you didn’t like me? 

Winnie, you started this! And now you want to dump me without a word? Or, is it that now you’re Ms. Bryant, and you think you’re too good for everyone?” 

His voice was loud enough to turn heads, and as a discreet Maybach preparing to exit the gated community paused slightly, the driver leaned in and whispered, 

12:15 

“Mr. Patterson, that seems to be the Bryant family’s car ahead.” 

Sitting in the backseat, Drake lifted his gaze slightly, his eyes indifferent and calm as he looked forward. He saw Parker making a scene. 

Thinking of Winnie. Drake’s expression remained unchanged as he dryly commented, “Noisy. Have the security handle it.” 

The driver was surprised that his boss would bother with such a trivial matter and was about to signal the security guard when the Bryant family’s car suddenly stopped. 

Then, Winnie’s driver gestured toward Parker. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

The security guard promptly released Parker, who quickly ran to the car. 

He leaned in to say something to the person in the backseat, and then a smug smile spread across his face before he slid into the car. 

The vehicle sped away. 

The Patterson family’s driver blinked in surprise and cautiously turned to look at his boss. 

Drake had seen the whole episode unfold. His deep–set eyes momentarily flashed with mockery before returning to their usual stoic state. 

With a cold voice, he commanded, “Let’s go.”