True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 112 

When the headline ‘Local Celebrity Naylor Confesses to Serial Killings” hit the trending charts, most netizens were bewildered, many not even recognizing who Naylor was. However, the obscurity of the name did nothing to stifle the interest of the Emerald Bay Police Department when they stumbled upon the trending topic. 

They were in the midst of investigating a series of murders that targeted young women, and until now, they had no leads. 

The detective who was in charge of the case, clicked on the trending link with a mix of anger and disbelief. He was infuriated not because they had a break in the case but because it seemed someone was using their grim investigation as fodder for a reality TV show. 

“Unbelievable! We’ve been keeping details under wraps to avoid a public panic, and these reality TV stars are out here turning a serial murder case into some kind of murder mystery game!” He exclaimed. 

His partner chimed in equally upset, “These shows will do anything for clicks these days!” Still, they couldn’t help themselves and clicked on the video, only to find themselves listening to a recorded conversation that left them stone–faced and astounded. 

The details Naylor nonchalantly spilled about the victims matched those of the actual -cases–the specifics of which had never been disclosed to the public. 

Could there have been a leak in the department? Impossible. Due to the severity of the crimes, a special task force had been established, and all case files were under lock and key. 

If there was no leak, that left only one chilling possibility–the killer himself knew the details of each victim. 

The thought made the detective’s skin crawl, and without hesitation, his superior ordered, “Cole, get into that Ghostly Guidance stream and track everything! Gage, get in touch with the production team ASAP.” 

Glancing at the live viewer count, his superior added with urgency, “Contact the platform, have them shut down the stream for sensitive content, and find out where they’re filming. We’re heading there now.” 

So began the mobilization that viewers would soon notice as the official intervention in the 

stream. 

Meanwhile, Winnie was unaware that a squad of seasoned officers were already on the move. 

In the eerie realm of the mirror, Naylor had just spilled everything when his gaze darkened, locking onto Winnie with lethal intent. 

“If you hadn’t shown up, Yolanda would’ve been the sixth,” he seethed, “but now, you’ll take 

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her place.” 

Winnie, unphased by the malevolent glare, knew she had faced far worse. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“What you didn’t consider,” she said coolly, “is that the malevolent spirits drawn here by your evil are also empowering the avenging ghosts.” 

Before Naylor could grasp the significance of her words, he felt an icy grip encircle his neck, a chill that seemed to bore right into his bones. 

In a panic, he turned to Winnie, eyes wide with terror, “What do you mean–ack!” 

Before he could finish, multiple cold hands clutched his throat, squeezing with otherworldly strength. The five victims, now specters fueled by the house’s dark energy, had finally become tangible enough to enact their revenge. 

Winnie, without hesitation, drew a charm and cast it into the air. 

“By the power of sky, earth, and the human spirit, let the triad unite, let the cosmos align, I invoke the cleansing, break!” 

As the viewers watched through the livestream, the screen shattered with a glass–breaking sound, and Winnie and Naylor came into focus at the end of a dim hallway. 

Before the audience could react, they saw Naylor, his face contorted in horror, as if being strangled by invisible forces. And to their utter shock, the shadows seemed to reveal five petite figures surrounding him, their hands tightly gripping his throat. 

The scene shocked the audience, and then the screen went black. A moment later, an official broadcast warning popped up, and just like that, the stream was cut off. 

Millions of viewers were left in an uproar. Just when the show reached its climax, they were cut out–left with nothing but the chilling image of Naylor and the avenging spirits. 

The comments and complaints flooded the official Ghostly Guidance social media accounts. “Dude, I was so into that! What happened to Naylor?!” 

“Showrunners better explain this! Is Naylor okay?!” 

“What did you guys do to Naylor?!” 

In that moment, fan allegiances didn’t matter. No one was fangirling. They were all craving the juicy details, the real scoop! 

The official account was swarmed by users, nearly crashing the system within a minute. 

Unbeknownst to them, over at the “Ghostly Guidance” production office, Director Bagot was on the verge of a meltdown. 

The moment the live stream went dark, he knew it was the death knell for his show. 

But even if the show was tanking, he couldn’t just abandon his guests. 

The last scene captured on camera sent chills down his spine. Without a second thought, he rushed his crew into the mansion. 

No matter what, they had to save Naylor and Winnie!