When the Family Reads the Fake Heiress‘ Mind
Chapter 185 Their Code Phrase
She was silent for a moment.
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The way she looked at Ludwig now carried a bit of subtle, unreadable coldness – a chill that ran deeper than her ghost makeup.
Then, the “ghost” let out a quiet chuckle. “Not much. Thirty bucks a day.”
“Thirty? That’s actually kind of decent…” Jean blurted instinctively.
After all, plenty of people didn’t even make ten bucks a day.
The ghost woman’s gaze snapped toward her – sharp, probing, and oddly hostile.
Jean immediately picked up on the sudden shift.
Her eyes narrowed. The corners of her lips lifted slightly as she met the woman’s stare head–on, completely unfazed.
Then
Ludwig stepped forward, placing himself between Jean and the ghost. He blocked that unfriendly gaze
without a word.
“She’s with me.” His voice was calm, but there was a lazy curl at the edge of his lips.
The ghost paused, lips pressing into a line. Then she let out another quiet laugh. “Alright. Got it. Since you’re both so interested in my pay, how about I show you around a bit? We’re actually short on ghosts around here.”
Her eyes flicked between the two of them, her tone almost playful. “You two would fit right in.”
Even if Jean had been clueless, she couldn’t miss the signs anymore.
So this ghost woman… is a contact from Abyssal Choir planted inside the haunted house?
Which meant Ludwig hadn’t just asked about wages out of nowhere that had been a code phrase.
–
No wonder the ghost had reacted so stiffly when Jean chimed in – she probably assumed Jean was am outsider.
Thinking Jean didn’t recognize the passphrase, she must’ve assumed she wasn’t in on it – hence the I could kill you right now vibe.
Just then-
Ludwig gave her a light pat on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go learn how to apply for a job here.”
His voice was laced with dry amusement. Jean caught on instantly and played along. “Sure, I’m curious
now.”
The ghost led them to a shadowy section of the haunted house.
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Chapter 185 Their Code Phrase
Suddenly, a heavy hidden door swung open in front of them.
Inside, all was gray and hazy.
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The ghost turned back, her face mostly swallowed by the shadows. Jean couldn’t make out her expression.
But somehow, it felt like she was smiling.
Then she made a graceful gesture. “After you, both of you”
Ludwig didn’t say anything more. He simply nodded.
Then he turned to Jean, his eyes lowering slightly. “Stay close.”
“Got it.” Jean gave a firm nod.
Ludwig stepped through the door first. Jean followed right behind him.
The ghost didn’t enter.
Once the two of them were through, she closed the door behind them from the outside.
So she wasn’t one of the core members of Abyssal Choir – she wouldn’t be attending the meeting herself. She was just here to escort them in.
They moved forward through a dim corridor, and soon, an old wooden door appeared before them.
It wasn’t locked. Ludwig reached out and gave it a gentle push- and it opened with ease.
Immediately, light flooded into their vision.
One after the other, Ludwig and Jean stepped inside,
The space beyond was done up in mysterious Gothic decor.
Elaborate furniture. Thick carpets. And–sitting calmly on the sofas–were several figures already waiting…
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