Chapter 14: she was an unidentified person now

In the brightly lit hall, several servants were called over, each looking a little uneasy at Brady's angry face.

What's going on here?

"Has anyone sneaked in here today?" Brady asked as he sat in the center of the sofa with a grimace on his face.

"No, we've been staying in the house, and it's impossible that anyone could come in."

The servants shook their heads in unison.

"Nothing wrong ever happened?"

Brady asked coldly.

"No, everything is as usual."

"..."

Hearing such an answer, Brady's gaze sank deeper and deeper, and finally said coldly again, "Alright, you all, do what you should."

The Brook's sat in the living room. Grace Hall Brook's legs were the first to go soft because of fear, and she trembled and picked up the instant-effect heart-saving pills and put them in her mouth, took the water and swallowed it, "That dog house was originally Heloise's, I wonder if it was Heloise who would ..."

"Mom, what's the point of your mentioning that name now?"

As soon as Heloise's name was mentioned, Coral instead lost her fear and was only upset, "Three years have passed, and she should have been dead in the slums for a long time."

"Just because she's dead, that's why it's ..." Grace Hall Brook shivered with fear, "The prince always barks when he sees a stranger, but did the servants mention it? It hasn't barked at all today. It must be Heloise; it must be her coming back."

Prince was the large dog.

Heloise must have turned into a ghost!

"So, what if she's back?" Brady snorted coldly, "She was a loser alive, and she only dared to do such a trick even after she died. It means she's a loser even as a ghost, why do we need to be afraid of her?"

In Brady's eyes, Heloise had always been a compliant yes-person who could only cry and beg when she was a child.

When he got angry, Heloise was so scared that she could kneel on the ground, so he didn't even care if such a person turned into a ghost.

"That's just it, mom, it's hilarious that you're scared of Heloise."

Coral had already drifted off from the initial shock, but still had some heart palpitations when she thought about the photos of the room suddenly shattering, "But Dad, it is annoying if she came to cause trouble every day, why don't we find a virtuoso to set up a formation to crush that bitch's soul in the eighteenth layers of hell."

Grace Hall Brook frowned as she listened, "Would it be too harsh to crush her soul after she was dead?"

Will it harm the virtue of the Brook's, right?

"Look at your indecisive behavior, it's lucky that our daughter isn't like you, or else nothing would have been obtained." Brady looked at his wife in disgust, "I'm going to contact a virtuoso."

With that, Brady stood up and headed out of the hall.

Coral sat there with a smug gleam in her eye, thinking that Heloise would soon be crushed into hell.

Coral thought it.

Did Heloise try to scare her?

Heloise should forget it.

Heloise, Heloise, you could only be suppressed by me in life or in death.

...

Heloise, who was, of course, still living in the world, and she couldn't be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, was now feasting happily at a barbecue stall in the snack market.

A variety of neon lights made the whole street riot with a beautiful world of colors.

The pleasant smell of food was accompanied by the sound of people's voices.

Heloise sat at a table, watching people come and go, and looking straight ahead.

She hadn't seen so many people in such a normal society in a long time, while the slums were only full of terrible smells of darkness and decay.

She felt so great, and it was really a great feeling!

After a long time, she withdrew her eyes and looked at the wooden box in front of her as she ate the food.

Inside it, there was only her student ID at the junior middle school, which allowed her proof of identification, but it was a useless thing.

When she was sent to the slums by Brook's before, Brady had erased all of the identity information about her through his network of connections in order not to make possible trouble for him, as if she had never lived with the Brook's.

Without identifying information, she could never make a living in the PHOENIXFELL Empire.

Now she was an unidentified person.