Chapter 481: Chapter 481

Chapter 481:

However, this time, instead of the usual sinister tutorials, the screen displayed an initiative written in a foreign language, offering a peculiar type of support.

Lindsay read the ominous message aloud, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“I can fulfill all your malicious desires, as long as you’re willing to trade your soul.” Lindsay paused, her brow creasing in thought.

“Could this be the solution to dealing with Harlee and securing Rhys?” she murmured.

No trace of fear crossed Lindsay’s features. Instead, her eyes sparkled with an unsettling eagerness. Trade her soul? She scoffed, a cold smile playing on her lips. In her mind, she had forsaken her soul the moment she entertained the idea of hiring an assassin.

Without a moment’s pause, Lindsay pressed the “Agree” button, which glowed a vibrant green on her screen. Instantly, the display erupted in a flash of green light, and the page began to tremble and flicker wildly, as if besieged by a virus.

After a tense three minutes, the chaos subsided, and the screen settled, mimicking the familiar layout of the forum she had been browsing.

However, the “Update” section now boasted an unfamiliar, new format.

Lindsay’s lips tightened in confusion.

“What just happened? Was the update successful, or…” She was on the brink of abandoning the site when a new avatar appeared in her friend list, accompanied by a cryptic message: “The other party is typing…”

With a wary expression etched on her face, Lindsay leaned forward, her fingers poised over the keyboard.

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After a brief, suspenseful silence, she typed cautiously.

“Who are you? How did you manage to add me without my permission?”

“The other party is typing…” reappeared briefly before a quick reply popped up.

“Haylee.”

Lindsay released a nervous breath, though her brow knitted together once more upon reading the next message.

“Do you want to kill someone, or perhaps you’re looking to reclaim something or someone?”

Lindsay’s fingers hesitated above the keyboard, a tremor betraying her anxiety as she typed out a desperate plea.

“I want to eliminate a rival and win back the one I cherish.” The screen flashed an immediate “Okay,” plunging her into a whirlpool of doubt.

Merely seconds later, she hastily inquired, “Who exactly are you?”

The chilling response came quickly.

“Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. Just know that your soul now belongs to me.” The avatar then faded to an eerie gray.

Lindsay pounded on the keys, but no further messages would go through. She slammed the laptop shut.

“Could this person be the creator of the website?” Her eyebrows knitted together tightly, her voice laced with conviction.

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