Chapter 195
True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules
1. A scream pierced the stillness of the night in the small village, jolting awake many who had already surrendered to sleep.
The onceâdarkened hamlet suddenly flickered to life with lights, yet no one dared to venture out to investigate the commotion.
At the production teamâs headquarters, Bagot had already bolted out the door at the first hint of trouble.
His face was a mask of panic as he led his team towards where Gentry and the others were stationed.
No one had anticipated such a mishap.
He was afraid he might lose his sanity if something went wrong during the livestream.
The liveâstreaming chatroom had plunged into unprecedented chaos.
Viewers were still recovering from the eerie sight of those green eyes when suddenly, the stream cut off amidst a horrific scream.
No one knew the fate of Gentry, Joseph, or their cameraman.
The frantic messages flooded the chat.
âHelp, oh my god, helpâ¦â
âThat definitely wasnât human. Someone, please go save them.â
âPlease let them be okay.â
âThis show is so dangerous.â
Someone call the cops to check it out.
âCan someone confirm theyâre all right?â
âWinnie warned us something might happen tonight. Why didnât they listen?â
âWhatâs the use of saying that now? I just hope theyâre safe.â
âGod bless them.â
As the online community exploded into a frenzy, many took to social media seeking help. Within minutes, âGhostly Guidanceâ was trending again.
Meanwhile, Winnie and Mervin had made it to the pond in record time.
Their cameraman, summoning unprecedented speed, kept pace right behind them.
Finally, the live stream showed the surroundings of the pond.
âGentry. Joseph.â Mervin called out into the darkness, and soon, a tremulous voice 09:10 answered, âWeâre here.
Following the voice, they found Joseph and the cameraman lying on the ground near the stone balustrade by the pond, with Gentry, fully conscious but shaking, huddled beside them.
The cameraman hastily set up the camera on a nearby stone, and along with Mervin, rushed to check on their colleagues.
Winnie stood motionless, her eyes warily scanning the darkness.
Through the stationary camera, viewers could vaguely see Gentry pointing towards something in the dark.
âOver thereâ¦
Just as the audience was beginning to recover from the initial shock, the quiet of the night was broken by a slow, steady set of footsteps approaching, causing everyoneâs hearts to leap into their throats.
As the camera focused on where Gentry was pointing, the night vision revealed the silhouette of a slender figure emerging from the shadows of a nearby building.
Accompanied by animalâlike whimpers, the audience gradually made out the features of the figure.
It was a paleâlooking teenager, no older than fifteen, with a black baseball cap on. His face was hard to discern at a distance, but he had an undeniable allure.
More surprising than his appearance, though, was what he was holdingâthree fluffy tails in each hand, attached to whimpering creatures that were unmistakably wolves.
Six wolves in total, each hanging limply as the boy held them aloft.
Both the onâsite team and the audience were flabbergasted. So, the green eyes that had attacked Gentry and the others belonged to wolves?
Was this the culprit causing trouble in the village?
But why did the wolves seem so stiff?
Normally, any animal dangled by their tail would be frantic and biting, but these six wolves, clearly alive, were docile and eerily still in his grasp.
As the viewers tried to process the arrival of the boy and his six wolves, Winnieâs brow furrowed deeply at the sight of the familiar face.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asked with a clear, albeit surprised, tone that cut through the nightâs silence.
The audience leaned in, as the camera quickly swung back to Winnie, catching her perplexed expression.
09:10 It looks like she knows him?â
came to find you.â the boy replied with a youthful voice, tinged with bold defiance.
Holding the six wolves, he walked straight toward Winnie.
Mervin, still in a daze, turned to Winnie and asked, âYou know him?â
Winnie glanced at the camera, which was back in action, hesitated for a moment, and explained, âHeâs a kid I know, Iâll talk to him.â
She signaled to the cameraman not to follow and turned off her mic, walking forward to speak with the boy privately.
âHow did you end up here?â she asked once they were aside.
The boy snorted, a smug look on his face, âYou hid his scent so I couldnât find him, so I came looking for you. I saw you on the humansâ phones, knew you were here, and came over.â
He had traveled from Emerald Bay and arrived in the village at night. Spotting some mischievous wolves frightening the locals, he had initially chosen to ignore them but recognized that they were bothering people associated with Winnie, so he decided to intervene and catch the wolves.
After all, he was a sea dragon capable of taking form, and dealing with a few wolves was a breeze for him. The wolves, sensing his powerful aura, didnât dare to struggle in his grip.
Winnie, upon hearing that he had found her through the livestream, couldnât hide her astonishment.
She had meticulously concealed every trace of herself that he could follow, only to be exposed online.
Who would have thought she was dealing with a sea dragon that knew how to surf the web?
âI warned you last time,â Winnie said, her voice laced with a fresh note of caution as she confronted the intruder.
Cornered, Winnie didnât fret, and her expression once again carried an unmistakable edge of warning.
The young troublemaker before her didnât seem all bad, more of a mischievous gremlin than a fullâ
blown menace. She had no desire to come to blows if it wasnât necessary.
The boy took a small step back as he saw her threatening demeanor resurface, but then, with a burst of indignation, he shook the toy wolf he held in his hand violently in front of her, clearly peeved.
âI just saved someone. Someone you know. Whatâs with the attitude, huh? Iâm just a 09:10 helpful little gremlin looking for some appreciation.â
All he wanted was to ask for some help. Was that so wrong?