Chapter 114

Chapter 114

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Wesley carried an aura of calm and certainty about him. His composure wasnt just superficial. It emanated from a profound grasp of his present circumstances.

He had intimate knowledge of the vast reach and influence of his company. More than that, he was cognizant of the powerful allies he had nurtured in secret, the critical importance of the laboratory, and the unique technique to manage and rejuvenate malevolent spirits.

This extensive awareness and understanding transformed him, someone who might be seen as just an ordinary businessman, into a figure of significant importance.

So, when Wesley found himself standing before Miles, a known ghost tamer, he didnt cower or show apprehension. Perhaps the only unease he felt came from a natural trepidation towards the supernatural. But Wesley was confident: if there was any shred of rationale left in Miles, the young tamer would refrain from harming him. The reality was that these ghost tamers, including Miles, depended on Wesleys company for their livelihoods.

Addressing Miles, Wesley said, Miles, Ive done my research on you. Im privy to your familys history and the circumstances of your upbringing. Life for you wasnt rosy growing up in a single-parent home. It was filled with challenges. Your unexpected encounter with a ghost during your high school years was probably a turning point, pushing you towards the life of a ghost tamer. Aiming for a better social standing and wealth, given your past, isnt surprising. I may sound blunt, but its just the reality. I dont look down on such ambitions in people like you. If you decide to work alongside me, youll find that these dreams can soon become tangible.

With a subtle gesture towards one of his subordinates, he inquired, Manager Sun, how much did we quote Mr. Miles for the spirit hes captured?

Going rate is 100 million, Manager Sun replied promptly.

Wesley nodded in acknowledgment. Refocusing on Miles, he continued, I understand and respect the risks you took with this supernatural case. But I must clarify that Im not aware of the documents you referred to. They hold information that is deeply confidential. My role as the owner of the company doesnt grant me access to such sensitive paranormal records. There seems to be some confusion on your end.

He went on, Nevertheless, we at the company always aim for peaceful relations. Hence, for the spirit youve managed to detain, were prepared to offer a sum thats 50% above the market price. Thats a substantial 150 million. Does that sound fair to you?

Wesleys strategy was clear. Instead of solely banking on his ability to control the spirits to negotiate, he decided on a more compassionate and straightforward tactic. He sought to gain Miless trust and alliance with a financial enticement. Wesley understood an essential truth: while you couldnt sway spirits with money, humans were a different matter entirely.

Yet, the sight of Miles smoothly pulling out a handgun and positioning it squarely against his temple sent shockwaves of fear throughout Wesleys body. The unmistakable chill of the guns barrel against his skin cemented the terrifying reality: Miles was genuinely contemplating ending his life.

Hes lost it; logic wont work with him, a frantic thought raced through Wesleys mind.

Within moments, Wesleys face became pallid, bathed in sweat. Terror was painted across his features. Had his words fallen on deaf ears? What could possibly be gained from ending his life? The death would jeopardize the invaluable technique to control the reawakening of the malevolent spirit. Surely, a rational person wouldnt act with such impulsiveness.

Miles, please, think this through, Wesley implored, his hands lifted in a gesture of submission, his body rigid with fright, Killing me will unleash a storm of consequences.

Calm? Ill only find peace with you out of the picture, Miles retorted, his tone dripping with menace. If no one is stepping up to account for this mess, then youll become the scapegoat. Unless that happens, situations like this will happen again. With your death, anyone who engages with supernatural affairs in the future will think twice before feeding me doctored information. The message will be loud and clear about what happens when one crosses paths with me, Miless words were sharp, slicing through the thick tension like a knife.

Hearing this, a bone-chilling dread overcame Wesley. He grasped the gravity of Miless plan. The young man intended to use him as a cautionary tale, reminiscent of the adage kill the chicken to scare the monkey, signifying to penalize one as an example to deter others.

While Miles might have been in the dark about who the real puppeteer orchestrating events was, he didnt particularly care. His sole objective was to broadcast a stark warning: betraying him would be met with fatal consequences.

To Miles, Wesley was the perfect target, a visible figurehead who appeared to hold considerable influence.

The unmistakable click of the guns safety being released was haunting. That dread-inducing sound, accentuated by its closeness to Wesleys forehead, reverberated menacingly in the silent room.

Wait, wait, lets talk this through, Wesley beseeched, his voice quivering with panic, beads of sweat forming on his face.

Ive heard enough, Miles replied, his voice frosty. Then, in the very next moment, the deafening sound of a gunshot resonated.