?Chapter 481: However, this time, instead of the usual sinister tutorials, the screen disyed an initiative written in a foreignnguage, 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 youre 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 Lindsays features.


    Instead, her eyes sparkled with an unsettling eagerness.


    Trade her soul? She scoffed, a cold smile ying on her lips.


    In her mind, she had forsaken her soul the moment she entertained the idea of hiring an assassin.


    Without a moments pause, Lindsay pressed the Agree button, which glowed a vibrant green on her screen.


    Instantly, the disy erupted in a sh 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 familiaryout of the forum she had been browsing.


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


    Lindsays lips tightened in confusion.


    What just happened? Was the update sessful, or… She was on the brink of abandoning the site when a new avatar appeared in her friend list, apanied 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.


    gα?ησν????????s brings your imagination alive 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 youre looking to reim something or someone? Lindsays 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 shed an immediate Okay, plunging her into a whirlpool of doubt.


    Merely secondster, she hastily inquired, Who exactly are you? The chilling response came quickly.


    Dont ask questions you shouldnt.


    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 mmed theptop shut.


    Could this person be the creator of the website? Her eyebrows knitted together tightly, her voiceced with conviction.


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