Chapter 398: Chapter 390: Nanny

At that time, it had sounded absurd. But now, Yale had said the exact same thing.

A chill crept down his spine. ’That can’t be a coincidence…’

It could only point to one possibility: Cassandra truly possessed some method of reading others’ thoughts.

The moment that idea fully formed, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His heartbeat grew heavier and louder, as if echoing inside his skull.

’Even if she is a plagiarist… does she deserve to die?’

The question lingered, but it did not calm him.

Even in the previous life, when Lana had been accused, she had not died. She had survived. She had even gathered powerful allies.

If she can survive then…

“So why… why should Cassandra die?” he whispered, his jaw tightening.

The more he thought about it, the more his emotions twisted.

“At least Cassandra never thought of killing Lana… then who gave anyone the right to Lana to decide Cassandra’s fate?” he muttered, his voice trembling with restrained fury.

His fists clenched. “I won’t let this go… I’ll make her pay.”

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the storm brewing in Garrison’s mind, Lana sat in the car.

Her expression remained composed, almost indifferent, but beneath that calm exterior, her thoughts churned rapidly.

’They are getting out of hand.’

Her lips curved ever so slightly.

Now that she had made her investments and accumulated a considerable amount of money, the foundation had been laid. It was time to begin.

“The Almond family…” she murmured softly, her tone laced with quiet disgust.

They had grown increasingly unbearable.

“If I don’t teach them a lesson… then I would truly be disappointing my past self.”

Her eyes turned cold, devoid of warmth.

That night, after returning, Lana held a private meeting with Axel.

When it finally ended, she leaned back, letting out a slow breath.

For the next few days, she resumed her life as an ordinary university student, attending classes and blending into the crowd, as if nothing had changed.

But elsewhere, the Almond family was quietly falling apart.

Their business began to crumble in subtle yet devastating ways.

Orders were delayed, shipments misplaced, and customer complaints started piling up.

New clients withdrew before deals could be finalized, while existing ones abruptly terminated contracts, even if it meant paying heavy penalties.

At first, they dismissed it.

“This has to be a rival’s doing,” Mr. Almond muttered, pacing back and forth, the tension evident in his voice. “Someone’s playing dirty.”

But as the losses continued to mount, unease settled in.

Upon deeper investigation, the truth surfaced… and it was far worse than they had imagined.

“It’s… Lana,” one of their aides reported hesitantly.

Silence fell.

The expressions of Mr. and Mrs. Almond darkened instantly, their faces stiff with disbelief and anger.

Without hesitation, they began calling her repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Lana glanced at her ringing phone and casually muted it.

’Now you want to talk?’ she thought, a cold smile forming.

She was the one orchestrating their slow downfall. Unlike a swift destruction, she preferred something far more… satisfying.

“I want to see you struggle,” she murmured softly. “I want to see how helpless you become.”

So she ignored every call. Until one day, a message arrived.

“The nanny who raised you… has been found.”

Lana’s eyes lit up instantly.

’Finally.’

From the moment the Almond family had mentioned that nanny, she had already dispatched her people to track her down.

Now that the location was confirmed, she wasted no time.

“I’ll meet her today,” she said firmly.

The address led her to a desolate suburban area.

The alley she entered was narrow and dim, with flickering lights casting distorted shadows along the cracked walls.

The moment she stepped inside, her brows furrowed slightly.

’Such dense negative energy…’

Even without opening her third eye, she could feel it pressing against her skin, seeping into her bones.

Then… A small tug.

She looked down.

A little girl stood beside her, clutching the edge of her clothes. Her pale face broke into an innocent smile.

“Sister, are you here to play?” the girl asked sweetly.

Lana stared at her for a moment before sighing softly.

“No,” she replied calmly. “I’m here to meet someone. You should leave.”

Her gaze sharpened slightly.

“And if you keep bothering me… I might get annoyed and slap you until your cheeks turn red and your soul disperses.”

The girl pouted immediately.

“You’re so rude,” she complained. “Why can’t you act like a normal person?”

And just like that, she vanished.

Lana rolled her eyes.

Perched on her shoulder, Mr. Crow stood frozen, utterly speechless.

’That… was a 20-year-old ghost…’

That kind of spirit could easily possess a human body.

Yet Lana had just spoken to it as if it were an irritating child.

He swallowed.

“Aren’t you going to exorcise it?” he asked cautiously.

Lana let out a soft chuckle.

“My energy isn’t unlimited,” she replied. “And I might need it for something far worse.”

Mr. Crow nodded slowly.

“I thought… with your kindness, you would help it.”

Lana glanced ahead, her expression indifferent.

“No human lives are at risk right now,” she said. “So I won’t waste my energy.”

Soon, they reached a worn-out wooden door at the end of the alley.

The surface was cracked, its paint peeling, as though it had long outlived its time.

Lana raised her hand and knocked.

The door creaked open.

But instead of the old nanny she had expected, a young man stood there.

He had white-silver hair, his presence calm yet unsettling.

Around him lingered a faint aura, yellow, tinged with traces of black and red, swirling faintly like smoke.

Lana’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The young man glanced at her briefly, his gaze indifferent, before turning away without a word and walking inside.

Lana tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

’Interesting…’

She stepped in.

Inside the dimly lit living room, the air felt heavy, almost suffocating. But what caught her attention wasn’t the absence of the nanny…

It was the man and woman sitting there, waiting.

Mr. Almond and Mrs. Almond.

Lana’s gaze sharpened instantly.

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