The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 380: There’s a Ghost Behind You, Two of Them
Chapter 380: Chapter 380: There’s a Ghost Behind You, Two of Them
"Grandma!!"
Chase screamed, but the only response he got was the distant cries of the rapidly retreating elderly lady.
The little fox darted out of the small study, clutching the Jennings grandmother’s doll in its jaws, and gracefully leapt onto the nearby windowsill.
With its jaws gripping her back, Jennings grandma’s vision was limited to her dangling body high above the ground and the frantically moving front paws of the fox.
As the fox jumped, her perspective swayed violently as if she were watching through a jittery camera. Suddenly, she looked down and realized the space beneath her seemed to stretch into an endless abyss.
From the doll’s point of view, even though it was merely the second-floor windowsill, it felt like a cliff dropping thousands of feet.
Jennings grandma was so terrified she almost felt like her soul was going to escape her body,
"...What are you planning to do to me?! Take me back right now! Scarlett Jennings! Scarlett! Control your fox!"
Jennings grandma suspected the little fox intended to toss her off the windowsill.
She remembered Azura Loomis mentioning before that during the living soul’s possession, any damage to the doll would directly affect the living soul.
If she were thrown from here...
Jennings grandma feared she’d end up permanently disabled.
She was still able to feel her legs even while having to use a wheelchair previously!
But if she were thrown down from here, Jennings grandma couldn’t be too sure anymore.
As she spiraled into wild thoughts, she suddenly felt her body take flight once more... more accurately, she was airborne again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The soul within the doll screamed, nearly scared to the point of losing her essence. Quickly, she realized she wasn’t being thrown off but was rather clutched by the fox as it leapt from the windowsill onto a nearby tree.
Jennings grandma then experienced the thrill of plummeting rapidly down the tree, all while being carried by the fox.
"Stop... stop jumping."
Jennings grandma’s voice came out weak and feeble, but unfortunately, the fox didn’t seem to hear her.
With the doll clamped tightly, the fox began an exhilarating sprint across the lawn of the garden.
It bounded into the flower beds, then bounded out.
Into the flower beds again, and then back out...
Oops, the doll fell into the flower beds—so back in it went, before grabbing the doll and bounding back out.
Jennings grandma: ...
This little fox... Was it doing this on purpose?
The Jennings Family mansion was equipped with perimeter surveillance, but ever since the little fox arrived, the guards monitoring the cameras were well aware of its fondness for skimming along the walls and vaulting off protruding eaves.
Seeing it leap from the second-floor windowsill to the treetop again today, the guards didn’t pay much attention; naturally, they didn’t notice it had the doll in its jaws.
Even if they did notice, they’d likely assume it was Ismeria Jennings’ newest toy for the fox and wouldn’t comprehend that what the fox held was the embodiment of Jennings grandma herself.
One guard even remarkedwith a laugh upon seeing the fox darting messily across the lawn,
"This little guy is especially lively today, huh?"
Jennings grandma was dragged around the garden by the fox for nearly half an hour in total.
Her living soul felt as if it had endured thirty minutes of a rollercoaster ride.
By the time she was finally placed back on solid ground, she felt as though even her soul body was beginning to falter.
As her vision spun with dizziness and she tried to steady herself, a familiar female voice suddenly reached her ears.
"Why did it take so long for you to pick up the doll and bring it back?"
It was Scarlett’s voice.
Jennings grandma felt as though she had just heard the voice of salvation. She immediately raised her gaze in the direction of the sound, and in the next instant, she froze in shock.
From the doll’s perspective, Scarlett’s figure was undoubtedly imposing.
After spending days inside the doll, Jennings grandma had started to adapt to the overwhelming visual shift of people appearing unusually large.
What shocked her wasn’t Scarlett’s towering appearance. It was the two enormous ghostly figures floating behind Scarlett.
One big and one small.
The larger female ghost was three times Scarlett’s size. Her head nearly brushed the ceiling as she hovered in place.
The smaller one appeared as an infant, but it too was disproportionately huge.
Even more disturbing was the fact that the two ghosts hovered behind Scarlett—one on each side—not as threats but seemingly as guards.
"Y-you-you-you... There’s a ghost behind you..."
Actually, two ghosts!
Jennings grandma’s voice trembled violently, and she felt the day’s shocks rivaled the upheaval Azura Loomis had stirred up in her life before—both physically and mentally.
Scarlett naturally couldn’t hear her voice.
She picked up the peach wood sword from the side and lightly dispelled the layer of systemic energy cloaking the doll.
Immediately, Jennings grandma’s voice rang clearly in the room, audible to both the ghosts and Scarlett.
"A ghost... such huge ghosts..."
Sophie Harper, floating behind Scarlett, stifled a laugh upon hearing Jennings grandma’s quaking, frightened voice.
Pfft, mission accomplished.
Let’s see if she dares treat Scarlett dismissively ever again.
Sophie had already concocted this scare tactic when Scarlett asked her to retrieve the doll containing Jennings grandma.
Conveniently, Jennings grandma was in her living soul state, allowing her to see both Sophie and the ghost infant clearly.
For an old ghost like Sophie, morphing her appearance and shape was effortless.
Scarlett neither agreed nor opposed Sophie’s plan.
Sophie instantly understood—the lack of objection meant silent approval.
Today marked the seventh day since Jennings grandma’s possession. Scarlett had deliberately set aside two days beforehand, thinking it was about time. She instructed Donovan Jennings to prepare a room, planning to conduct a one-on-one soul transmigration session.
The reason for a one-on-one was that Scarlett wanted to run additional experiments on the two living souls occupying the dolls. She sought to confirm certain hypotheses.
"These two are ghost servants I’ve raised."
Since Scarlett allowed Sophie and the ghost infant to appear before Jennings grandma, she had no intention of making excuses.
Once she restored both Jennings grandma and Chase to their original bodies, Jennings grandma wouldn’t be able to perceive the ghosts anymore—even if she could, it wouldn’t concern Scarlett.
On the contrary, letting her become aware of the ghost servants and harbor some fear might lead her to speak more cautiously in the future.
Jennings grandma suddenly realized something, belatedly comprehending the implications. With some excitement, she exclaimed,
"You can hear me speaking?!"
Her prior fear was drowned out by her joy, and there was even a trace of emotion.
Seven days!
In these seven days, other than Chase, no one could hear her voice.
The sensation of being cut off from the world was incredibly isolating.
But soon, she remembered the pertinent issue.
"You... how can you raise ghosts?! And ghost servants at that—you’re engaging in—"
Jennings grandma abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
Even without her finishing the thought, Scarlett knew exactly what she was about to say.
"You’re implying that I’m practicing in the realm of dark arts, aren’t you?"
Scarlett looked at the soul body of Jennings grandma residing within the doll, her gaze indifferent,
"You didn’t dare to say it out loud because you fear that if you offend me, I won’t help you return to your original body, correct?
So, you clearly understand that your words are unpleasant, yet you still choose to reprimand me simply to assert your authority as a grandmother."
Scarlett’s expression remained calm, her tone even—like she was discussing someone else entirely.
Jennings grandma immediately tried to refute, "I didn’t mean it like that, not at all..."
But before she could explain herself, Scarlett decisively interrupted,
"Jennings grandma, let’s not forget—were it not for my so-called dark arts, the ones sitting in doll-form wouldn’t just be you and Chase, but perhaps others as well."frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
