The One I Should've Married (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 145

Kill him?

He meant the old necromancer?

Kellen's expression instantly turned serious, and he nodded. "Understood, I'll arrange it immediately!"

Meanwhile, in the car.

Stella was having the exact same thought as Sebastian.

After getting in, her mind kept replaying the image of Beatrice meeting with that shaman...!

Suddenly, she pulled her gaze away from the window.

She looked at Asher in the driver's seat. "Tell Nadine to head over to Montrose Village."

Asher's hands flinched on the steering wheel. "You mean...?"

"That old fiend deals in the darkest of arts. I won't sleep soundly until he's dealt with!"

Although Asher had already arranged for a high monk for her to meet that afternoon, Stella felt it was better to play it safe and eliminate the source of the evil completely.

Three years...!

Over the past three years, she had fallen for Beatrice's trap and ended up marrying that disgusting Julian.

If she let Beatrice succeed again, who knew what other absurd things might happen.

Right now, they still hadn't found the original body of that parasitic spirit!

So, taking out that wicked old fiend was the most direct solution.

Asher nodded. "Got it. I'll notify Nadine to handle it right away."

Stella gave a low hum of agreement.

In that moment, an unprecedented, freezing aura radiated from her. Well played, Beatrice!

Three years ago, she hadn't believed in these dark, mystical forces.

That was how she fell into Beatrice's trap.

But things were different now...!

"Screen every single staff member at my residence. Anyone connected to Beatrice is to be thrown out!"

Asher replied, "They should only know that you own the Bayview property. They don't know about the others."

Stella paused.

Right!

How could they know more? They only knew about Bayview, which was where she got cursed in the first place.

"Have all the staff at the Channing Estate been cleared out?"

Asher nodded. "Yes, a completely new team moved in today. Everything is sorted."

"Good."

Hearing that the ancestral estate was secured finally brought Stella a sliver of comfort.

Three years!

Just the thought of Beatrice and her illegitimate brats living there for three years made Stella sick to her stomach.

That was her home, her grandparents' home, and they had dared to move in.

Well, moving forward...

They could go sleep on the streets.

*Bzzzt, bzzzt.* Her phone vibrated. Stella glanced at the caller ID—it was Beatrice.

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