The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 85

“No, that’s not it…”

“Then what did you mean by that lucky charm just now?” Lindsay pressed. “Isn’t Ms. Green a designer? How does she know how to draw a lucky charm?”

They say people are scarier than ghosts. Lindsay didn’t fear spirits—her real curiosity was about people.

Her barrage of questions made Yves’ head throb. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to soothe the tension. After a long moment, he finally replied, “It’s just a simple protective charm—don’t overthink it.”

“But why would a designer know how to make one?”

Yves shot back, “You’re not just a designer, are you?”

That shut Lindsay up instantly. He was right—she wasn’t just a designer, and there was no reason Cheryl had to be, either.

They left the psychiatric hospital and drove straight back to Quigley Manor.

No sooner had they arrived than Lindsay’s phone buzzed with a message from Horace.

[Be careful these days.]

Lindsay frowned. Was that a warning, or just a friendly reminder?

She typed back: [Careful of who? You?]

Horace replied instantly: [The Quigleys.]

Lindsay shot back: [Which Quigley, exactly?]

Horace responded: [Who do you think?]

She thought for a moment. In the Quigley family, there was only one group that wanted her gone more than anything—Lester and his little clan.

[Lester?]

Horace: [Your personal information’s been put up on the dark web. Five hundred grand bounty.]

Lindsay’s jaw dropped. That much hatred? They’d gone as far as the dark web!

[Wow. Didn’t know my life was worth that much. Half a million—maybe you should cash in?]

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