True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 133

Even knowing he couldn’t get a replacement, Kane felt no regret. Sure, the charm was used, but at least it saved a life.

Mervin had brought it up as a reminder.

For these celebs without a lick of psychic power, even with a charm, they shouldn't be the first. to rush into danger, let alone get cocky because they were armed with a charm.

Especially since the ghost just wanted to give the boastful Mrs. Henderson a good scare, not take her out. Otherwise, today’s incident wouldn't have ended so simply.

Thanks to Barton’s mishap, the crew was now evacuating the premises.

Kane and his fellow guests, along with the host, made their way out, aiming to wrap up episode on a high note at the doorway. this

Just as they were about to reach the exit, a voice came from behind, followed by a thud and at groan.

The guests‘ cameramen, who were all walking ahead to capture the action, managed to get the scene behind the guests on film. The live

group,ream showed Kathryn, maneuvering her electric wheelchair as if chasing after the

She managed the ramp just fine, but upon reaching the flat ground after the stairs, the chair jolted to the side as if it hit something. Kathryn tumbled out in a heap of disarray..

Even though the crew knew about the Henderson heiress’s past misdeeds, they couldn’t just stand by and watch her fall. They rushed over to help her up.

Kathryn cursed her bad luck, which had led her to make a fool of herself on camera and even her once-doting mother and brother were beginning to look at her differently.

Just as the crew helped her back into her wheelchair, a hand reached over and picked up a familiar—looking amulet.

Kathryn's eyes widened as she touched her neck and found it bare. She wanted to snatch the amulet back, but stopped short when she saw who held it.

“Mr. Morgan,” she said, her heart pounding as she looked at Kane.

She had rushed out hoping to exchange a few words with Kane. It wasn’t because of his star status, but rather because he was from a rich family.

Her father hadn’t said anything, but she knew their family’s business was suffering. If she could connect with the Morgans, her father would surely hold her in higher regard.

With this in mind, she lifted her pale, delicate face, her voice soft and slightly trembling. “Mr.

Morgan, thank you for saving my mother. If it hadn’t been for you, something terrible might have happened...” As Kathryn spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice broke.

Candace, watching from the side, rolled her eyes but kept quiet.

Kane remained unmoved by Kathryn’s pitiful act. He’d worked with enough seasoned actors to know a performance when he saw one.

But he didn’t bother to call her out, simply replying, “Don’t mention it.”

As he handed back the amulet, he couldn’t help but comment on the craftsmanship. “This carved artwork, it’s by Master Winner, isn’t it?”

He lately had taken a liking to the master’s works, privately collecting several pieces. But he had never seen an inscribed amulet like this before.

Kathryn was briefly pleased that he initiated conversation, but then choked when he mentioned the amulet.

She didn’t know any Master Winner. The amulet was clearly crafted by that bitch Winnie. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something made by Winnie if it weren't for the amulet’s supposed power.

She glanced at Winnie, who was nearby, and mumbled, “It was a gift from my brother, not from the master you mentioned...”

Not wanting to give Winnie any credit on camera, and since Winnie hadn’t claimed the amulet, Kathryn conveniently obscured its origins.

Kane, hearing her response, became even more convinced of his guess, “The patterns on this carved artwork are indeed Master Winner’s style

but it's rare for the master to work on inscriptions. | couldn’t help but take a closer look. It’s a pity it's cracked...” As Kane spoke, the cameraman zoomed in on the amulet, capturing its design in detail.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Horace, Clifford, and Springer touched their own amulets recognizing it as one of Winnie’s creations. What did Winnie’s amulet have to do with Master Winner? And why did the name sound so familiar?

What they didn’t know was that that in another room of the Bryant Manor, Hobson felt a rush of excitement at Kane’s words. Knowing Kane’s hobby of collecting carved artworks, Hobson had no doubt about the authenticity of Kane’s claim.

Where had Quincy gotten such an amulet? And why did it look oddly familiar?

On the other side, Mervin also leaned in to inspect the “amulet,” his memory tickled by the name Master Winner.

One glance and his eyes lit up.

“This is a protective amulet!” he exclaimed.

It was labeled an amulet, but it leaned more towards a magical artifact.

Mervin, not usually one to get worked up, cautiously asked for permission and, upon receiving. it, took the amulet into his hands for a closer look.

He wasn’t exactly an expert on craftsmanship, but the amulet he was holding seemed to radiate an aura of expertise. Whether it was the mysterious energy emanating from it or the intricate symbols etched into its surface, everything suggested it was crafted by a master for protection.

“This sure looks like a talisman.meant to ward off evil,” Mervin observed, “but I’m afraid it’s seen better days. Its power seems to be fading.”

Pointing to the fine cracks on its surface, he added, “See, it’s starting to show signs of wear and tear.”

Mervin suspected that its condition had something to do with being worn by Kathryn, probably because of what Winnie had referred to as a ‘clash of destinies.”

Realizing this was beyond his expertise, he didn’t pry further. Instead, he carefully handed the amulet back to Kathryn, adding a word of advice. “You know, Ms. Bryant did make one good. point. Relying on trinkets for protection isn’t a sustainable solution. It's better to build up good karma.”

Kathryn's face nearly turned thunderous. Winnie had the gall to mock me in front of the cameras, and now what gives this man the right to echo her sentiments If the cameras weren't rolling, she would have glared daggers at him for his

presumptuousness.