Jennifer was stunned.
Cursed at me?
No, that's not right!
It's not cursing at me!
Then who could it be?
When this question surfaced in the mind of the lady from the Mystic Side, an answer immediately sprang forth—her employer!
The one who had spent a great deal of money to hire them for a task that seemed simple but resulted in heavy losses.
The current 'Spirit Medium' knew… no, should be quite familiar with that employer!
Only familiarity would lead to the kind of remark just made.
Clearly, that employer had done this more than once before.
Then…
Where had the people gone who had accepted that employer's hires before?
Thinking this, cold sweat climbed up Jennifer's back.
She suddenly felt the corpse of Baguha weigh a thousand pounds; she couldn't carry it at all because—looking at Baguha's eyes, wide open in death, she saw what could be her own future.
No!
She absolutely refused to accept such a future!
"Your Lordship?"
