Chapter 349

Rafael said, "I told you, she meant to stabilize the house's energy. Her luck can only be used for that. If you slept with her, your fates are now connected. The Bennett family's luck will drain out. Think of it like a perfectly fine balloon someone pricked. Her energy can flow through the hole into your body, disrupting the Bennett family's luck."

Brandon stood silently.

"What should we do!" Windsor panicked. He'd never taken these things seriously, but now he wasn't sure what to believe. It was the first time he'd heard that sleeping with someone could cause a loss of luck.

"The villa is connected to her luck. The villa's energy field is disturbed. I just saw the sacred mirror shattered, and the villa's orientation is messed up," Rafael said.

"The villa is messed up, her body was ruined by you! The luck stabilizing the Bennett family is gone," Brandon muttered, his heart sinking. Windsor's heart sank as well.

"When did you ruin her body? Were you her first?" Rafael asked coldly.

Windsor, uncomfortable with the intrusion into his personal life, clenched his fists. He'd acted recklessly.

"Three years ago, the night before I left the country! She was still a virgin," Windsor said, his throat tightening. He felt troubled and unsettled, his usual confidence gone.

"You were her first, so her luck was broken by you. Your luck was also disrupted by hers. You two have been fighting for energy, and of course, the Bennett family's fortune is in chaos," Rafael continued, gnashing his teeth. "It looks like everything we've worked for has been for nothing. You came back because of this?"

After a long silence, Windsor finally looked at them, noticing their disheveled appearance and foul odor. They seemed unwashed, and the strong stench made him instinctively take a step back. Neither Brandon nor Rafael seemed to notice.

"Something happened in the village. Your adopted daughter, when she came to the Bennett family to film the variety show" Brandon began to explain, then gasped, his throat tightening as if choking. He struggled to breathe, feeling a suffocating pressure, as if an invisible hand squeezed his neck and thousands of ants bit his skin. He groaned, the pain intensifying. Rafael instinctively stepped back. Then he screamed, feeling something sharp pierce his toe—a shard of a broken beer bottle. He lifted his foot, blood pouring from the wound. As he turned, he felt something pierce his skin. His body tensed, his skin burst open. He shouted in disbelief, rolling up his sleeves. His skin was ripped open, blood pouring from the punctures. Lifting his pants, he found blood seeping from everywhere. "Help me!" he cried in terror, pulling up his pants to reveal ants crawling under his skin, biting and burrowing deeper.

Chapter 319

He collapsed, writhing in agony.

"How could this happen!" Windsor exclaimed, shocked and confused. He'd just returned to the country, and much was unclear. Seeing the men suffer terrified him, making him take a step back.

"I need to call an ambulance," Windsor said, reaching for his phone. Before he could speak, a hand grabbed his wrist, twisting it sharply. He grunted in pain as his phone fell. He turned to see Percival's tall figure.

"Who who are you?" Windsor asked, shocked by Percival's cold, piercing gaze. He felt suffocated by the intensity.

"So, the suburban villa is your doing? The magic array there, is that your work too? The ten people who died were they also your doing?" Odalys strode in, her hands clasped behind her back.

Brandon and Rafael trembled at her sight. The past returned, but even they knew what was happening. They'd been locked up and had escaped to the Bennett family, only to be overheard by Percival and Odalys. Both men looked nervous.

"Feeling uncomfortable?" Odalys looked down at Brandon, her voice cold. A terrifying fear overwhelmed him.

"Do you know why this is happening? Your fate is tied to your son's. When you chose to come to the Bennett family, your son was already dead," Odalys said. "I warned you. If you acted recklessly, you'd face consequences. I told you, if you deceived me, you'd pay the price. But you, Windsor, only wanted to get close to the Bennett family, hoping to ally with them. You forgot your son was seriously ill. The moment you took that step, it meant the end of your bloodline."

Brandon stood frozen, feeling as though a bomb had struck him. He remembered Odalys's warning back in the village to stay loyal, that lying would backfire. He'd dismissed her, never expecting her to have such power.

"When you fled, I made sure to bring him with me," Odalys said chillingly.

As she spoke, bodyguards appeared, dragging a figure who was thrown to the ground. When Brandon saw the person's face, he collapsed in shock.

"My son!" he stammered, scrambling toward the body. His son's head was still, covered in wounds eerily similar to his own. He'd escaped, gone to the villa, sought out Windsor, and now his son was dead.

"Because of your selfishness, you harmed others and abandoned your son. This is pure selfishness," Odalys sneered. "Now you're free of all constraints, but you've lost your son. You're just a seventy-year-old man with nothing left."