Chapter 243

“Some of them might have died over a decade ago. Each body was killed years apart. A 20-year-old blonde girl like her couldn’t have been killing people since birth, right?” Lee shook his head. As a police officer, Lee could read people’s emotions from their eyes. But with Odalys, he saw no hidden emotions. Her honesty left him no reason to doubt her.

“Get someone to check the surveillance footage along the roads and seal off the villa. We need 24-hour surveillance; no one should get close,” Lee ordered quietly.

The young officer immediately saluted and responded, “Understood.”

Lee took a long drag from his cigarette before turning toward the villa.

“What’s the update?” Lee asked.

The coroner, visibly shaken, wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed over the report, his voice heavy with unease. “In all my years as a coroner, I’ve never seen deaths like this.”

“Each of the victims was bound with iron chains.”

“Each one died differently, but there’s a pattern—these deaths are spaced three years apart. And they were buried alive. The one who was dismembered—he was alive when they did it. It doesn’t look like a personal vendetta. More like some kind of ritual, like in a movie.”

When the coroner mentioned a ritual, Lee’s expression shifted, and he quickly stepped toward the villa, scanning the windows. “If it’s a ritual, then it must be related to magic.”

“Lee, should we arrest Odalys?” the young officer asked nervously.

Lee didn’t respond immediately, deep in thought. He seemed to be formulating a plan.

On the road, the black SUV sped forward. The group inside sat in silence.

“Don’t worry too much. Today’s live broadcast cleared your name. Even if the agent tries to ruin you, I’m sure the netizens will still believe in you,” Selah quickly reassured Francis.

Francis shifted in his seat. His eyes were complicated as he looked at Odalys. “It’s not that I’m worried, but I’m shocked. I never imagined that my agent would be related to her fiancé’s family. It seems like they’ve had this planned for a long time—how to get me to meet her, how to win my trust…”

“She’s been my agent for two years, after the previous one died in a car accident, and she took over. Maybe it was around two years ago that she started getting close to me, targeting me,” Francis said in a hoarse voice.

Thinking back now, it sent a chill down his spine. “If it weren’t for meeting Odalys, I’d probably be dead by now, and they might have even harvested my organs, dismembered me, and fed me to the dogs,” he said bitterly.

He hadn’t been able to sleep last night—he had tossed and turned, overwhelmed by the thought of what could have happened. He couldn’t imagine experiencing the fear of being held down, forced to be injected—like staring death in the face. All the restlessness he felt before had vanished in that moment.

“Surviving means rebirth, doesn’t it? The fact that they have connections to someone who can directly remove your organs proves there’s a gang behind this. That’s why I called the police,” Odalys whispered.

“But you’re still being targeted. Stay indoors for now. Although the police are investigating, you’re essentially a walking organ right now,” Odalys added softly.

Selah listened and quietly raised her hand.

Chapter 243 (continued)

“If you don’t mind, why don’t you stay at my place? I’ve ended my contract with the company, so I don’t have to work anymore. It’ll be nice to have company and look out for each other,” Selah said shyly.

“Is that okay?” Francis hesitated. He wasn’t worried about himself, but he was concerned about Selah. If she got dragged into this, it wouldn’t be good.

“Well, when I participated in the variety show, I submitted my application to Magic Entertainment, and it just got approved. Since neither of you have work right now, how about helping me with some errands? It’ll keep you busy and prevent you from overthinking,” Odalys suggested softly.

Both Francis and Selah’s eyes lit up. “That sounds good.” “I’m in.” They both nodded eagerly, causing Freya to panic.

Odalys quickly transferred $300,000 to each of them. “I’ve sent some money. You can use it for now.”

“I found an apartment online for you. You two should move there for now. Selah’s popularity is high right now, and I’m worried her former company might cause trouble. It’s better to settle somewhere safe for now, away from any harassment,” Odalys said.

The group discussed work matters in the car, while Selah and Francis felt energized. Freya, looking desperate, felt abandoned.

When they returned to the hospital, they brought fruit to the VIP ward, where Sienna and Dangelo had been anxiously watching the door. As soon as they entered, Sienna, forgetting her injuries, jumped up.

“We watched the live broadcast… Is Francis okay? How could he have been targeted?” Sienna asked excitedly, her heart still racing from the earlier danger. It had all happened so quickly—she thought Francis might have been killed on the spot. The shock made her scream and almost fall from her bed.

“Ms. Stone,” Dangelo, though heavily injured, forced himself to stay awake. He looked at Odalys as if seeing a savior. From someone who had never believed in superstitions, to now seeing her as someone glowing with a divine light, Dangelo’s transformation was staggering.

“Mr. Drake,” Odalys greeted politely, noticing the change in his demeanor. Dangelo’s eyes no longer held their calculating look, but instead, showed an almost protective affection for her, mixed with other unspoken emotions.

“Are you free? If you are, could you check the energy field at my place? Feel free to set your own fee; we’ll pay market price,” Dangelo asked earnestly. Now, he fully trusted Odalys’s abilities.

“I can, but not today. I’ll come by another day,” Odalys answered after a brief pause.

When he heard that, Dangelo’s eyes welled up, and he almost cried. He nodded quickly, “Thank you.” “Once you’re free, let Stellan pick you up,” Dangelo added, calling over Stellan and giving him a long list of instructions until Stellan promised. Only then did Dangelo close his eyes and fall into a much-needed sleep.

Sienna, too, was injured and couldn’t talk much. After a brief conversation, she was forced to rest by the nurse. The group quietly left the ward.