True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Hans listened in disbelief as Catherine spoke each word with a gravity that shook his world to 

the core. 

“No way…” 

He had always believed that Catherine had a thing for him. Even though she had never admitted it, wasn’t that just how girls were like in those high school romance comedies they watched. Wasn’t that how the story always went? 

Hans had naively assumed their relationship was Just another teen drama unfolding in the halls of their high school. But through Catherine’s eyes, It was nothing short of a relentless bullying nightmare. 

The so–called teen dramas were nothing but a glorified crime spree. 

Only those who had suffered at the hands of bullles understood the depths of despair they could inflict. 

Catherine, with a wry smile, looked at Hans, who was the picture of devastation. She lowered her head and let tears fall. At that moment, she made up her mind and said, “I’m going to sue you.” 

Her voice was hoarse but unwavering. 

“The things you’ve done to me, the way you’ve violated me without my consent… I’m taking this to court. Hans, you and Kathryn are going to pay for what you’ve done…” 

This time, she wouldn’t be scared. 

Georgina, tears streaming down her face 

turned and enveloped her daughter in a hug. 

“Catherine, I’m with you all the way. Whatever you decide to do, I’m right here by your side!” 

They would sue those who had hurt Catherine and those culprits would be held accountable by the law! 

Springer had no idea who Catherine was or why Winnie had shown up that day, but that didn’t. stop him from relishing the juicy drama unfolding before him. 

Even in his most unreasonable moments, Springer couldn’t fathom someone being so utterly. shameless! 

He kicked Hans in the leg with a vengeance and turned to Catherine, saying. “I’m with you too! Sue the jerk! If money’s tight, I’ll chip in! If I can’t cover it, my families will! Don’t be scared, we’ll take him down!” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

For the first time, Springer felt a rush of adrenaline for a stranger. Although he had never met Catherine before, he was determined to see justice served. 

Catherine’s eyes, red from crying, turned to Winnie, who had remained silent until then. With a 

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raspy voice, but still firm, she said, 

“Master Winnie, I want to sue them…” 

Winnie met Catherine’s resolute gaze and knew she had made her choice. 

With a gentle smile, Winnie said softly, “Just sue them, and no one will hurt you so easily again.” 

Because this time, Winnle would be there to safeguard Catherine. 

That very day, Springer called up his dad to get the contact details for the legal team at the Bright Group. 

They began to gather evidence and prepare for the lawsuit. They even dug up all the malicious online comments from a year ago and uncovered the masterminds behind the cyberbullying that targeted Catherine. 

Kathryn’s confession was leaked online. 

With a lawyer’s letter, the case of the high school girl who had been pregnant and subsequently took her life resurfaced, causing a new uproar on the internet. 

Hans and Kathryn faced waves of online trials, but that was to be dealt with later. 

Springer was gearing up to fight for Catherine’s justice. 

Meanwhile, there was an unexpected turn for Winnie. 

Standing at the entrance to the Bryant family’s mansion, Winnie took a familiar box from a man dressed in a signature black hat and pants. 

“Are you saying the ghost baby can’t be cleansed?” 

The man in the black hat nodded, “That’s the feedback we got. The item has been safely returned. Thank you for using Ghostly Express.” With that, he left quickly. 

The butler tried to call after him, intending to use the delivery service himself, but to no avail. 

“That’s odd, why’d he leave so suddenly? And what delivery service is this Ghostly Express?” The butler muttered to himself, then turned to Bryant, asking, “Winnie, which courier service did you use? I’ve never heard of it.” 

Winnie, still fixated on the box in her hand, had no desire to explain. She nodded, “Yeah, you wouldn’t have heard of it.” 

With that, she took the box and went to her room. 

After placing the box down, Winnie called up the service to demand a refund and a scolding. She had paid a hefty sum to eliminate a grudge, only for it to be sent back as if nothing had happened. 

It was a rare moment of indecision for Winnie. 

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If the Grudge on the ghostly item wouldn’t fade, then she’d have to obliterate it. 

But she had promised Catherine and Georgina to try and remove the grudge without resorting to extreme measures. 

Now, what could she do about this peculiar and persistent grudge? 

As Winnie pondered her options and rummaged through her Charms for a solution, she didn’t notice Pretty, her pet tox, sidling up to her. 

With a graceful lear, Pretty landed on the table and playfully pawed at the box. 

Once, then again. 

By the time Winnie realized what was happening, Pretty had already pushed the box to the edge. of the table. 

Winnie narrowed her eyes, “Pretty! What are you doing?!” 

As it echoing human mischief, the fox had knocked the box off the table! 

Before Winnie could scold the mischievous creature, she picked up the box, relieved that it was specially sealed and not easily damaged. 

That was when she noticed a crack suddenly appear on the box’s surface. It spread quickly. and at the next moment, a surge of malevolent energy burst forth. 

Even with her quick reflexes, Winnie was almost hit by the dark force. She tossed the box away and flung out her charms, ready to seal the malevolent energy. 

But unexpectedly, as the charms collided with the dark force, it exploded with a deafening bang! With a thunderous blast, the tranquility of the villa was violently shattered. 

Winnie didn’t have a thoment to spare. Her gaze locked onto the ruined box as a malevolent spirit, wrapped in a shroud of fury, burst forth from the chamber and soared toward the outside world. 

Winnie paled as she snatched up her bag and darted in pursuit. 

The spirit was swift, dodging the series of Charms Winnie hurled at it as it darted chaotically through the neighborhood. Then, as if honing in on a specific target, it surged in a determined direction. 

When Winnie caught sight of the familiar figure in the path of the vengeful specter, her face contorted with dread, and she bolted toward him, shouting, “Drake! Get out of the way!” 

Drake turned at the sound of his name. As he saw the swirling mass of dark aura hurtling towards him, his instincts took over. 

With an outstretched hand, he caught the dark aura in his palm as effortlessly as if he were catching a baseball.