Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367:

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Turning to the pale Roscoe on the bed, the woman in red lowered her head and murmured, “I'm sorry. “Your family wants you gone and I have no choice.”

He formed a canopy with his hand and a white worm emerged from the box and crawled onto his hand. He gently placed his hand over Roscoe's eyes and within seconds he removed it to reveal that the parasite was gone.

Miguel expressed his doubt: "Did the parasite really get in like that?"

The woman in red, her head still bowed, explained: “The parasites enter the brain only through the eyes, morphing to fit the shape of the paper-thin eyeball. Once inside, they mimic nerves, undetectable by X-rays or standard instruments.”

Miguel remained skeptical until Roscoe stirred, flexing his fingers before opening his eyes, now clear and alert. He asked, “How did I get here?”

Emerie said, “Sir, today is your wedding day. “I was resting backstage, but now it’s time to get back to the ceremony.”

Roscoe acknowledged with a simple nod and rose from the bed, his demeanor energetic and healthy.

Miguel couldn't contain his joy, acknowledging the mind control abilities that the tribe of witches possessed, his investment was worth it. With their support, he assumed that there was nothing he couldn't conquer.

Emerie followed Roscoe as they made their way to the wedding venue. Although Roscoe seemed fine, he needed to be watched closely, a task only Emerie could perform.

On stage, the presenter repeated the crucial question after Doreen was informed of the groom's resuscitation. Roscoe replied emphatically: "I do."

Doreen, beaming with happiness, repeated, “Me too.”

The presenter then officially announced the union to the applause and cheers of the audience.

Backstage, Miguel's dark gaze shifted to the butler, a tone of urgency in his voice. “Where is that woman?”

The butler announced, "Miss Lawrence is confined to the drawing room."

Miguel, coldly stroking his beard, ordered: "Beat her thoroughly and then throw her out."

Miguel internally cursed Nicole. If it weren't for the unique and valuable parasite, he would love to watch it consume his mind.

She was a complete mess, totally irritating. Fortunately, rumors suggested that her health was failing. Ideally, she and Roscoe would perish together in their misery.

Miguel left with a wave of his hand.

Trapped in the living room, Nicole was left thinking about Roscoe's strange behavior. It was disturbing, not like amnesia, but more like his soul had been stripped from him, leaving him void of all vitality.

What could be happening?

As he was pondering, the door was flung open. Two menacing bodyguards, dressed in black and armed with wooden clubs, entered.

Nicole's heart sank and she stepped back. "What are you planning to do?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"The orders are to beat you," one of the bodyguards stated firmly.

"You're committing a crime!" Nicole shouted. Nicole shouted.

The intention to inflict serious harm was evident in his threatening stance with the sticks. Miguel's malice was evident.

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