Chapter 514 Cursing Ritual

Tilda thought they were some kind of lunatics. She furrowed her brow without showing it and took Rain’s phone.

Zoomed in, the blurry shapes became clearer.

"Aren't those the seven Jenson brothers?"

Tilda’s face twisted. “What the hell are they doing?”

“Tilda, you know them?” Rain asked.

“These look like the Jensons. Gross. They’re staying out in the rain at almost midnight–right near my building–and they’re staring this way. Is this some kind of cult ritual?”

Tilda felt a shudder.

She was not surprised the Jensons could stoop low–she had seen their cruelty before–but this was on another level.

Thinking of it as some kind of cult curse ritual was not surprising.

However, would the Jensons really kneel outside her apartment in the middle of the night?

Weren’t they always obsessed with pride and saving face?

If this photo ever got out, the Jenson Group would be in chaos by tomorrow.

Tilda kept a cautious mind about supernatural things.

After all, she had been reborn, and she met Zorana, a powerful psychic.

So, her worldview was no longer strictly scientific.

When Tilda told the group that the ones in the photo were the Jensons, everyone’s faces changed.

They all knew what the Jensons meant to her.

They knew what the Jensons had once done to her.

“Tilda, if they’re making you upset, I’ll take care of them.”

“I’ll make it clean. No one will notice.”

Rain’s red eyes flashed with killing intent.

He jumped up, grabbed the dagger Dane had given him, and headed for the door.

The sudden change in his aura made even Dane and the others stare.

This was top assassin energy–cold and terrifying.

“Rain, stay. We’ll need them alive for now,” Tilda said quickly.

Killing the Jensons sounded simple when you wanted revenge, but it would not heal what she had been through.

She wanted the Jensons to fall apart publicly. She wanted them ruined.

And the one who’d handed Rain the dagger was the person the Jensons trusted most–Kyla, their cherished daughter.

Tilda already had the script laid out. Things were moving into the middle stage just as she hoped.

She could not let her temper ruin it now.

Rain pouted. “Tilda, do you want them to just stay there?”

Tilda thought a moment. “You stay here. I’ll go handle it.”

She stood, ready to leave.

“Tilda, are you sure?” Liam asked, worried.

Tilda turned, met his concerned gaze, and smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, Liam. They can’t ruin a single sliver of my mood. I already have many, many stronger bonds than they ever had.”

Liam relaxed. “Good.”

Outside, Wade and the others were still on their knees.

Their spines were straight.

An odd, stubborn belief seemed to hold them in place.

The rain let up a bit, but it was still freezing.

Plus, they were soaked, yet not a single one flinched.

Then, a figure approached with an umbrella.

At first, Dominic thought he was seeing things.

Could it be her?

Hope and fear warred in his chest.

He did not want Tilda to see them so pathetic.

When the silhouette stepped into the light, it really was Tilda.

Every brother recognized her.

For a moment, their hearts were a mess of emotions.

Tilda looked at the seven men like they were lunatics and sneered.

“I didn’t expect this… It’s the 21st century, and you’re playing at old curse rituals?

“So the Jensons have sunk this low? Using superstition to try to curse me to death?” She made a face. “Do you really think you can kill me with this nonsense?”

She had survived things a thousand times worse than this.

So, she was not afraid of their dirty tricks.

Dominic rushed to explain. “It’s not like that, Tilda! We… we just wanted to stay here…”

“Dominic, stop. Take your brothers away and don’t act crazy in front of me. It’s disgusting."

“Who are you kneeling for? For me? So you can perform a weird ceremony and curse me?"

"Wow. The heirs of the Jenson Group actually stoop to this just to try to get revenge on a woman. Amazing.”

Tilda could not help clapping sarcastically.