Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 413: Baron

Lana blinked once, slightly surprised, before letting out a faint breath. ’So she thinks this is about money...’ A soft, almost amused smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head gently.

"I don’t want money."

The woman’s expression shifted, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Then what do you want?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Lana’s gaze steadied, her voice calm and unhurried. "There’s a jade bracelet... placed in the study of the deceased. I want that."

For a moment, silence fell between them.

The woman’s eyes widened in shock. A faint chill seemed to creep up her spine as her fingers curled slightly. ’How... how does she know about that?’

After all, Lana had never visited their mansion. She had never even been told about it. Yet not only did she know about the mansion, she knew about an item hidden inside it.

Doubt flickered across the woman’s face. ’Is she guessing? Or... is this something else?’

Just as suspicion began to take root, something caught her attention.

A small ID card hung partially from Lana’s skirt pocket, swaying slightly in the breeze. The ribbon attached to it bore a distinct marking.

Shadowridge University.

The moment she recognized the name, the tension in her shoulders eased.

Her gaze softened, and a faint smile appeared. "...Alright," she murmured. "Compared to my family’s safety, a jade bracelet means nothing."

Lana gave a small nod. "I’ll handle it in three days."

The woman agreed without hesitation.

After parting ways, Lana walked away from the cemetery, her steps slow but purposeful. ’Three days... that’s enough time.’

Her thoughts quickly shifted. To the city. To her plans.

She focused her attention on Hedge City, where her investments had already begun taking root.

Over time, she had crafted numerous talismans, each infused with careful precision, and had asked Alex to sell them. The results had been better than expected.

They sold well. Very well.

With the extra income flowing in steadily, Lana had begun reinvesting it back into the city. Roads, transportation systems, her first targets were infrastructure.

The moment she allocated the funds, Hunter responded immediately, eager to begin construction.

That pleased her. ’Good... with enough time, this place will transform completely.’

And she didn’t stop there.

Hotels were already under construction, their foundations laid, workers moving day and night tirelessly.

But something still bothered her. Axel was struggling.

The demand for talismans had grown too quickly. While the customer base was expanding, not all of them were trustworthy buyers. Many questioned the origin of the talismans, their skepticism turning into pressure.

Some had even begun a quiet boycott, trying to force Axel into revealing the source.

’That won’t do...’ Lana’s eyes darkened slightly. ’If this continues, it will only create more problems.’

That was when she made her decision. She would open her own shop.

With Axel’s help, she set everything up swiftly. Once it was ready, she uploaded detailed descriptions of each talisman, their functions, their uses, along with clear images.

Then came marketing. She pushed the listings through multiple agencies, ensuring visibility.

And then, she waited. By evening, the first order arrived. The buyer’s name was Baron.

He lived in a suburban area and had ordered an exorcism talisman.

The moment Lana saw the order, a flicker of excitement passed through her. Without delay, she arranged for it to be shipped via courier.

’Finally... the first step.’

Meanwhile, far away, Baron waited. For two long days.

The clock seemed to tick louder with each passing hour, the silence in his home growing heavier, more oppressive.

When the package finally arrived, he almost laughed in relief, his hands trembling slightly as he held it.

"$200,000... for this..." he muttered under his breath, swallowing hard. ’If this turns out to be a scam...’

The thought alone made his chest tighten. He didn’t have many options left.

With barely $300,000 remaining in his bank account, hiring a priest or a master was out of the question. Desperation had driven him to search through countless websites, most of them obvious scams.

Flashy designs. Fake reviews. Empty promises. But this one... this newly built site had no reviews at all.

Yet something about it felt... different. Using his own logic and instincts, he had taken the risk.

Though, in truth... ’I hesitated the entire time...’

Even after placing the order, regret gnawed at him. He checked the tracking status repeatedly, his anxiety refusing to settle.

Until now. Now, the talismans were in his hands. A fragile sense of hope flickered within him.

He almost felt like celebrating. Almost. Creak... The sound sliced through the silence of his house.

Baron froze.

His smile vanished instantly as his body stiffened. A cold shiver ran down his spine, his fingers tightening around the package.

’Too soon... I celebrated too soon...’

Slowly, he lowered his hand from his face and turned toward the source of the sound. Step by step, he moved forward.

The living room was spotless, eerily still. The faint smell of dust and something... damp lingered in the air. He glanced toward the kitchen... nothing.

Everything looked normal. Too normal. Then...he turned back toward the sofa.

And his breath caught. There it was. A doll. A small, worn-out plush doll of a girl, sitting quietly on the sofa as if it had always been there.

Baron’s throat went dry.

"I threw you away..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Slowly, cautiously, he approached it, each step heavier than the last. He remembered it clearly.

He had found it near a garbage dumpster, oddly drawn to it, mesmerized by its appearance. But the moment he brought it home... things changed.

Strange noises. Unseen movements. A suffocating presence.

Realizing it was haunted, he had thrown it away without hesitation.

But after that...his house had descended into chaos.

Objects moved on their own. Sounds echoed at night. And no matter what he did... It always came back.

Now, as he stood before it again, the air around him felt colder, thicker, as if something unseen was watching him... waiting.

His fingers trembled slightly. ’This ends today...’