Chapter 63: Chapter 63

"Exactly what you are hearing, Mr. Robert." Anthony’s expression looked calm and indifferent; there was also a slight displeasure in his eyes, as if he was chiding Robert for his unprofessional behavior by interrupting Anthony midway through his speech.

"These were developed by me! You promised to present it to the president on my behalf!" Robert furiously pointed at Anthony as a gasp echoed in the meeting room.

"Oh? And what proof do you have? Do you think that you can stand up and suddenly claim that the gauntlets were designed by you, and we will all believe you?"

"I have a video!" Robert’s legs were trembling as he pulled out his phone and started to search for the backup video. His body turned cold, and his eyes widened with each passing second.

The video... it was gone...

His eyes flew straight to Anthony; his words were mixed with accusation and disbelief: "How did you delete the video from my phone?"

"Mr. Robert, I think you are suffering from hallucinations. How about taking a day off? Otherwise, I will have to send you on a permanent vacation." Anthony’s cold voice chilled Robert’s heart, while a colleague beside Robert tugged on his sleeves.

"Robert, let it go! Apologize!"

Robert stared at Anthony with bloodshot eyes; his mind was churning with various possibilities before he stated,

"I can explain all the design drafts and working mechanisms even without looking at the blueprint since I made it! Isn’t that enough proof?"

"Mr. Robert! I had hoped you would cease your underhanded tactics, yet it appears you will not relent until you face dire consequences, correct? I shared the blueprint with you and elucidated the mechanism, as I regard you as a friend. But now you intend to exploit that trust against me? Is there no shame in your actions?" Anthony’s thunderous voice echoed in the cold meeting room.

"Shame? Me? Shame on you, Anthony! I will report everything to the president myself with all the extra proof that I have!" Robert left the meeting room, fury written all over his face.

After leaving the company, Robert returned to his apartment. With rage-filled steps, he walked toward his room and ignored the strange silence.

As he rummaged through his laptop, he heard the hysterical laughing sound of his wife.

Puzzled, Robert froze.

Since his wife tried to kill herself, he had chained her in fear. Each morning, he checked on her and injected her with some special sedatives.

The special sedatives ensured that his wife remained unconscious and almost paralyzed so that even the ghost possessing her couldn’t do much.

But now... his body went rigid, and slowly he walked toward the living room; his heart was beating like a drum roll.

The scene that appeared in front of him left him aghast.

Chained with iron and sitting upright on the chair, she looked helpless and yet...

His wife was cackling; her pristine, ivory teeth, smeared with crimson, gradually tumbled from her gums, one by one. He observed her gnashing her teeth, and a wave of nausea surged in his throat.

Her sclera had turned red, but her black eyes remained pitch black, creating a horrid scene.

"No! No! No!" Robert cried out and hurried to retrieve the holy water; yet this time, a peculiar masculine voice emanated from his wife’s lips.

"Robert, where are you going? Don’t you want your wife to stay alive?" His wife asked with a twisted grin that didn’t belong to her. Her lips stretched unnaturally wide, and the guttural chuckle that followed made Robert’s knees buckle.

"What... what do you... want... no... who are you? Why are you possessing my wife? What have we even done to incur your wrath?" He stammered; his heart was beating with fear.

"Well... for starters... you should resign from your job and forget about that silly project of yours." His wife’s deep voice made Robert’s eyes widen in disbelief.

No... how did his wife know about the project...?

"Anthony... are you... related to Anthony?"

The creature’s grin widened. "Ah, good. You’re not as slow as I thought."

Robert suddenly pieced all the things together. Why had Anthony constantly pushed him to sell his valuables... why the video was deleted from his phone?

It was most likely done by his own wife, who was possessed.

And why did Anthony act so composed even when Robert threatened to use the draft as proof?

"I will do it... just stop possessing my wife!" Robert begged. As long as his wife becomes cured... he is ready to forgo everything.

"Aww... you love her so much. Alright, I will not swallow the tongue and the inner walls of the mouth, as long as you resign within the next 5 hours." The creature chuckled.

Robert stood up with trembling legs, but just when he was about to leave, his wife chuckled again.

"Remember, you only have 5 hours. Even a second late, what will greet you is your wife’s corpse."

Robert’s heart started to pound; with trembling legs, he exited his apartment, yet his wife’s words replayed in his mind like a haunting tune.

He stumbled out of his building, and the world around him started to revolve when, suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind.

"Anthony... I... I should beg him..."

Those words temporarily gave Robert hope, and he bolted to his company.

After arriving, some of the colleagues stopped and tried to talk with him, but Robert ignored them all.

He rushed inside Anthony’s office, and seeing him sitting on the chair with a calm expression while sipping his coffee filled Robert with fury.

"You are behind Grace’s possession?"

"Mr. Robert, talk calmly; this is my office, not some fish market." Anthony gazed at Robert with a knowing smirk.

Robert’s blood started to boil. What more evidence does he need? Anthony’s smirk said it all.

Without hesitation, he turned to leave, but Anthony’s words chilled him to the heart. Latest content publıshed on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

"Are you thinking of reporting it to the cops? Go ahead. By the time they reach your wife... they will only find a cold corpse."