Chapter 1460 - 1400: Playing Tricks and Pretending to Be a Ghost

"Tessa lost her life because of those scumbags, she’s already lost everything, you can’t do something foolish."

"Did you hear me, Curly?"

"I wasn’t doing anything foolish! I just want to give her a little gift, so she won’t hungrily latch onto other men and end up causing people like Tessa to die," Curly said coldly.

Hungrily?

Where did she learn that word from? Could it be from herself?

"Auntie Leanne, will you promise me? You said that we’re good sisters, no matter what I ask you to do, you’d do it without hesitation for a good sister."

Leanne Andrews looked confused, "Did I say that?"

"Auntie Leanne, are you planning to renege?"

"I..."

Leanne was always someone easily swayed, she couldn’t bear to see others pitifully act cute to her, so she agreed.

She regretted it just after she agreed.

"I don’t know where the mistress lives now, so even though I want to take you, I’m powerless."

The mistress’s home had been exposed, and netizens frequently harassed her, so she had long since moved.

"Why don’t we not go?" Leanne asked.

"I know where she lives now."

"So you came prepared. Since you know, why not go by yourself?"

Curly said, "I told my mom I was coming to hang out with you, so I could get away. If my mom knew I was going to see that woman, she definitely wouldn’t let me go."

"You sure know your mom."

"Of course, she’s my biological mom after all."

Centennial Villa, the mistress was temporarily hiding here.

The occupancy rate of the complex was low, making it appear somewhat desolate. Curly saw a security guard nodding off in the booth, so she and Leanne sneaked in without being noticed.

The two hid inside after entering.

By this time, the sky had turned gloomy. Because of the low occupancy rate, most of the villas were dark, and Leanne felt that if she were to start writing ghost stories, she could film on location here.

"Oh my, it’s so scary, like a ghost town," Leanne said.

Curly said, "During the construction of these villas, somebody died, and there’s a crematorium nearby, so the villas never sold."

"How do you know?"

"Lucas Robertson told me."

The developer offended someone and got tricked. Just as they were about to sell the completed properties, permits for the crematorium nearby were also approved. The developer went bankrupt and committed suicide in this subdivision.

Hence, it is said that there’s a heavy grievance in this area.

Since Curly entered the subdivision, due to the lack of residents, a chilling vibe hung in the air.

The pair quickly located the villa where the mistress was staying, and none of the nearby villas had lights on. To save money, the property management didn’t even have streetlights on.

Leanne asked perplexed, "Isn’t the mistress’s family rich? How could they buy such a wretched place?"

"Right after they bought it, things started going wrong. They want to sell, but it’s stuck in their hands and they can’t sell it."

Leanne looked at Curly, impressed by how much she knew. She felt that the girl had come prepared, as long as she wasn’t committing murder or arson, she went along with her.

Curly took off her big backpack, inside was a black cat. The cat was cute, but in this eerie atmosphere, seeing a black cat gave Leanne goosebumps.

"Curly, what the hell are you doing?"

The black cat meowed twice with a very fine voice, like a child’s wailing.

Curly took out a key, opened the villa’s door, and put the black cat inside.

"You even prepared a key." Leanne didn’t know what to say.

Curly went inside, the interior was particularly bright — when Leanne went in, she was worried they might run into the mistress.

Curly said, "Wait for me here."

"What are you going to do?"

Curly took off her black down jacket and handed it to Leanne. She was wearing a red dress underneath. Curly took out Sienna Johnson’s lipstick and painted her lips blood red, then smeared ketchup at the corners of her eyes and mouth.

"Are you gonna dress up as a ghost to scare her?"

"Yeah."

"Will it work?" Leanne found it unreliable.

"I wasn’t sure when I came, but now I know it will."

Leanne felt her intelligence lacking, always being led around by Curly, "Why do you say that?"

Curly looked at the brightly lit hall and said, "In the middle of the night, all the lights are on, it’s obvious she’s feeling guilty."

Leanne gave a thumbs-up and said, "If I write a detective novel, I want you as my advisor."

"With your IQ, you better write something else."

Feeling slighted, Leanne retorted, "Look down on me, do you? I’ll have you know, I’ll write..."

"Who?" A woman’s voice suddenly called from upstairs, silencing Leanne and pulling Curly behind the couch to hide.

"She won’t have found us, will she?"

"Meow..." The little black cat’s cry, like a baby’s wail, eerily echoed in the night.

Curly turned off all the lights and handed a pair of glasses to Leanne.

"What’s this?"

"Uncle Aaron gave me this night-vision goggles."

Leanne: ...

With the night vision goggles on, both could see clearly in the darkness, and Leanne found it exhilarating.

Curly held the black cat and went up the stairs. Tap tap tap... Curly deliberately made her footsteps louder.

"Who? Who is it? I’ve called the police," the mistress yelled.

Curly wasn’t afraid of her calling the police; Curly believed she wouldn’t dare.

Tessa did commit suicide, but Curly wanted to trouble this woman because before Tessa’s suicide, this woman provoked her.

If not for the cruel words of that woman, Tessa wouldn’t have killed herself in a fit of rage.

"Who is it?"

Curly stood at the door, knocking, without saying a word.

"I’ve called the police; they’ll be here soon."

Knock knock...

"Who are you at all?"

"Sister Tessa sent me..." Curly’s babyish voice said softly.

It went completely silent inside, knock knock... the knocking continued, "Sister Tessa is lonely down there, she wants you all to accompany her.

You, come with me."

"Stop pretending to be a ghost, there’s no such thing as ghosts."

"There are, I am a ghost."

The little black cat ran to Curly’s side and meowed creepily. Curly felt it was about time, so she unlocked the door.

As luck would have it, the power suddenly went out.

Curly pulled out a small flashlight, held it to her chest, making her face appear even scarier.

"A ghost..."

"Join me in hell."

The mistress fainted from fright.

Leanne ran upstairs, seeing Curly’s face, and was startled too, "You’re terrifying."

"Of course, otherwise how could I scare her?"