Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle was suspended in midair by the wire attached to her back, her long dress covering her feet entirely. She didn’t know where Hugo had found the lighting and prop specialists, but as the eerie purple light shone on Richelie’s pale face and wisps of mist encircled her red dress, she looked half-visible, her figure flickering uncertainly in the air.

“Sister-sister…”

Richelie’s eyes widened, and she let out a mournful, piercing cry. Controlled by the prop specialist, she slowly floated toward Kiara as if stepping on air. Kiara was somewhat drunk and initially thought the sudden appearance of a red figure in the garden was just a hallucination. She rubbed her eyes vigorously to see more clearly.

However, the red figure didn’t disappear but instead floated closer and closer. The whiteness and rage in Richelle’s face became more distinct, shrouded by the light fog.

Ah! Kiara screamed, “Ghost! Ghost!”

She jumped off the swing, her high-heeled shoes landed unsteadily on the ground, she twisted her ankle, and fell on the grass.

Richelle continued to inch closer, “Sister… Don’t run away… Give my son back…”

Richelie’s voice was eerie and resentful, with a hint of a mocking tone, giving off an increasingly spine-chilling and hair-raising effect.

As Kiara trembled in terror, her hair disheveled, she continued to yell, struggling to crawl away on the grass awkwardly with her hands and feet.

“Ah! Ah! Don’t… don’t come any closer…”

Richelle, still suspended in midair, continued to close in on Kiara bit by bit.

“Sister… Give my son back…”

Inside the house, the pianist played the passionate “Symphony of Fate”. The high and fast-paced music enchanted the guests, who didn’t hear the screaming outside.

Meanwhile, Kiara was assaulted on one side by the passionate music faintly wafting from the house and on the other by the menacing approach of Richelle, the “ghost.” She continued to cry out loudly for help: “Ghost… Ghost Hein Help!”

Despite becoming hoarse from yelling, no one inside could hear her.

“Hehe…”, Richelle narrowed her eyes and sneered sinisterly. She leaned forward slightly, reached out, and viciously squeezed Kiara’s neck.

Richelie’s hand was cold as ice; the moment she touched Kiara’s neck, Kiara wet herself in fear.

Her white dress quickly soaked up the liquid, and Richelle nearly vomited from the smell. However, ghosts couldn’t vomit, so she had no choice but to diligently continue shaking Kiara while squeezing her neck.

“Sister… Your heart is so cruel! Taking my son wasn’t enough; you had to kill me and my child too! I will kill you! I will avenge my child and me!” Kiara’s neck was tightly gripped by the icy-cold hand, her face growing increasingly more terrified. She leaned back, trembling and struggling to inch her way backward on the grass as her eyes bulged wide. Despite her stammering and stuttering, she still tried to defend herself.

“It wasn’t… It wasn’t me who killed you… You died from childbirth complications…”

Even at this point, Kiara was still trying to absolve herself.

Richelle truly wanted to strangle her to death; however, if she killed Kiara now it would only let her off the hook.

Hugo, who was hidden in the shadows and gleefully watching the drama decided it was almost time. He grabbed the bouquet of roses he had prepared and ran in the direction from which he came.

“Kiara…”

Hugo was a little out of breath as he feigned not seeing Richelle. He saw Kiara, barefoot and dirty, lying face up on the grass. Her face was covered in a mix of tears, snot, and dirt. He suppressed his laughter yet appeared extremely anxious as he rushed to her side.

“Kiara! What happened to you?”

Hugo Camrey squatted down with a worried look on his face, put the beautiful red roses aside, and reached out to pull Kiara Dunn.

As he squatted down, the disgusting smell of urine immediately hit his nose, and Hugo couldn’t help but vomit to the side with a “yue” sound.

Richelle Dunn, who was about to leave after the show, also had a hint of amusement in her eyes. In a place where Kiara couldn’t see, she gently patted Hugo’s shoulder to express sympathy and comfort.

Then, in the thick fog, she gradually drifted away.

Under a state of sheer panic, Kiara finally saw her savior and, extending her muddy and bloody hand, clung to Hugo fiercely. Then, she pointed at Richelle who was floating higher and higher.

“Ghost… ghost…”

Suppressing his nausea, Hugo followed her finger, pretending to look around.

“There’s nothing there…”

After saying that, he turned back and looked at Kiara with worry.

“Kiara, did you drink too much? Are you having hallucinations?”

Kiara held onto him tightly, shaking her head vigorously, and then, with a hideous expression on her face, she pointed at the air, yelling with all her strength.

“Hugo, there really is a ghost! It’s that dead bitch Richelle Dunn! She wants me to give her back her son! I didn’t kill her; she died in childbirth herself!”

Hugo’s other hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a fist as a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

At this point, the “Symphony of Fate” in the room had stopped, replaced by the soft and gentle “Autumn Whispers.” Kiara’s loud screams drew the people in the room out.

By now, Richelle had been hoisted back to the top floor by the fog, and those eerie lights and mists had disappeared too.

Everything returned to normal in the garden.

So, when the guests in the room came out, what they saw was Kiara Dunn barefoot and dirty, half-sitting on the grass with her face smeared with tears, snot, and mud, as well as reeking of urine.

Like a madwoman, Kiara was gesticulating and shouting at the sky about ghosts.

A few young ladies and gentlemen fiercely held back their disgust, frowning and covering their noses as they looked towards the sky.

All they saw was a bright moon hanging in the chilly sky. What ghost was there?

Has Kiara gone mad?

However, in less than 15 minutes, Lordon’s upper-class social circle was filled with pictures of the former goddess Kiara Dunn looking frantic and disheveled, spreading rapidly in various private WhatsApp groups. All sorts of mocking and nasty words swarmed like locusts in the friendship circles of Lordon’s upper class.

“Ahaha, have you all heard? Kiara Dunn, the pure and innocent girl, was scared crazy by a ghost and even pissed herself! Just hearing about it, and there’s a smell of urine in the air, yue!”

“Oh my! It’s so funny! The belove lady of the Dunn family, who’s usually so beautiful and loved by everyone, turns out to be a madwoman!”

“Hahaha, it’s karma! Look at her usual prim and proper look; you can tell it’s fake. Now, she’s exposed, right?”

“Yeah, I heard that Mr. Zadra was there too. Haha, now he should give up on her. Even if he doesn’t, would the Zadras dare to marry her!?¹‘

“The Zadras marrying her? I’m afraid now all the wealthy families are scared of her. Insanity can be inherited, who isn’t afraid of having a little madman born to them?”