Becoming a god by raising witches

After she finished reading, she looked at Locke with a serious expression.

“Locke, I will tell George to help you, but you must keep my secret and do not mention me.”

"Yes, don't worry, Miss Valeria, you have nothing to do with this."

Locke said with a smile.

Valeria paused slightly, wondering if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Locke's smile was somewhat dazzling. This young man seemed to have grown up and was full of masculine charm.

If Valeria hadn't already had a capable husband, she probably would have been captivated by Locke and had a passionate, tumultuous relationship with him.

In the afternoon, everything was ready.

At 2:10, Lloyd arrived at Old Tom's apartment to keep his appointment.

Hannah opened the door, invited Lloyd inside, and made him a cup of coffee.

Although Lloyd found the cheap coffee unpalatable, he forced himself to drink some because it was brewed by Hannah.

Yesterday, his lover Sheria's sudden departure left him feeling very depressed, but unexpectedly, he received a letter from Hannah this morning, which instantly lifted his spirits.

Although he was very attached to Sheria, he also loved new toys.

Hannah had been working under him for five years, but he had never succeeded in his scheme, which had become a source of great anxiety for him.

He dreamed of pinning Hannah down on the bed and savoring her fragrance.

"Hannah, isn't your brother home?"

Lloyd was traumatized by Locke's attack last time.

"Locke has gone out."

Her gaze unconsciously swept over the curtains. Lloyd frowned, walked to the curtains, pulled them open, and found no one there. A smile spread across his face.

In fact, Locke and Sheriff George were both hiding in Hannah's room.

Lloyd walked up to Hannah and looked at her delicate face with greedy eyes.

"Hannah, I'm glad you've come to your senses. As long as you agree to become my mistress and keep me happy, I'll let you return to the newspaper immediately. You'll become the chief reporter, and your future will be bright."

Chapter 51, The Trap

Hannah looked at Lloyd's lewd smile and his signature bulbous nose, suppressed the urge to vomit, and took out the indecent photo.

“Lloyd, I think I still can’t agree to your request. You already have a beautiful mistress.”

Lloyd looked at the photo with a look of astonishment.

How did you get this photo? When was it taken?

"This was given to me by Miss Sheria."

Hannah said calmly.

Lloyd was extremely annoyed. Could it be that Sheryl had someone secretly take the photos? Indeed, only she could have done that; Hannah's current financial situation couldn't afford to hire a private investigator.

But why would Sheryl give this photo to Hannah? It clearly doesn't make sense.

Surely you're not trying to discourage Hannah, are you?

He reached out to snatch the photo, but Hannah dodged it.

Hannah put the photo back in her wallet and said to Lloyd with a smile,

“Lloyd, let’s talk about a deal.”

Are you trying to threaten me?

Lloyd's fat face trembled with anger. He couldn't believe that Hannah not only didn't want to be his mistress, but also wanted to blackmail him with the photos.

“No, I didn’t mean to threaten you. I won’t take the photos to Mrs. Wendell. I just want to make a deal with you.”

Hannah said calmly.

Lloyd raised an eyebrow, realizing this was a threat; if he didn't cooperate, Hannah would send the photos to her wife.

"Hannah, you really disappoint me. After losing your job, have you even abandoned your moral principles? You think a single photograph can make me compromise and bring you back to journalism? Ha, how naive."

Lloyd hates being threatened, and he's going to teach Hannah a lesson.

"Do you really think I became the editor-in-chief of the newspaper because of my connection with Wendell?"

My uncle is Bill Harper, the editor-in-chief of the Tumen Times. It was because of me that your article wasn't credited.

So what if Wendell and I divorce? I'll still be the editor-in-chief of the Kossork Evening Post, while you'll still have nothing and never be able to do journalism again.

Hannah was slightly taken aback; Locke, who was eavesdropping in the room, hadn't expected this either.

Everyone was blinded by Mrs. Wendell's wealth because of her privileged background. People at the newspaper naturally assumed that Lloyd had risen to his position through his wife's connections, not realizing that it was because Lloyd himself had a relationship with the editor of the Tumen Times.

This is also related to Lloyd's usual low profile; he doesn't like to flaunt that his uncle is a media mogul.

Seeing Hannah's eyes gradually dim, Lloyd smiled again.

"Hannah, think positively. Compromise with me now, kneel down and beg me to accept you. I'll take pity on you and let you be my lowly mistress. Being a mistress is better than being a streetwalker, isn't it?"

“I don’t want to be a streetwalker. I saw Kara, and she is a streetwalker now, and she has contracted a disease. She is so tragic.”

Hannah broke down in tears, seemingly recalling the tragic story of Kara.

Lloyd's lips curled up again. "Yes, Carla was fired because she didn't agree to be my mistress, and that's how she ended up like this. Hannah, you're a smart woman, you don't want to follow in her footsteps, do you?"

"Carla said she'd rather be a prostitute than be your mistress, and you'll never have her."

Hannah said, sobbing.

Lloyd frowned, clearly offended by those words.

"You're lying! That bitch, I've already had her, and more than once!"

Did you force her?

Hannah then asked.

"So what if it is? I'm going to force you now."

Lloyd revealed a ferocious expression and gradually approached Hannah.

Hannah kept moving closer to the bedroom door, and at the crucial moment, Locke would appear and give Lloyd a good beating.

"Weina, did you drive Weina to her death?"

Hannah acted like an innocent lamb, while Lloyd, revealing his crazed side, pounced on her.

She dodged in time, but Lloyd grabbed her fluffy skirt.

Lloyd said impatiently, while tugging at Hannah's skirt.

"Vena, fragile and foolish Vena, you chose to jump off a building and commit suicide after I took advantage of you once. You won't be as foolish as her, will you? I promise you, I will give you a bright future, so you'd better not struggle anymore."

When people are extremely excited, it's like being drunk; they're more likely to tell the truth.

"You admit that you killed Weina!"

"So what if I did it? Hannah, you're about to be one of my people, do you still want to report me?"

Lloyd confessed to killing Wenna and even attempted to assault her on the spot. Sheriff George and Locke, who had been hiding in the room, rushed out together.

Locke kicked Lloyd in the backside, sending him crashing to the cold floor.

Sheriff George braced one leg against Lloyd's waist and spoke sternly to Lloyd, whose face was pressed against the ground.

“Mr. Lloyd, you are under arrest for suspected murder and persecution of women.”

Lloyd never expected that a sheriff was hiding here.

"I want to see a lawyer. This is a threat, this is coercion. Everything I just said doesn't count!"

Lloyd howled.

Sheriff George looked at Hannah, who nervously handed him a photograph.

That was a solo photo of Sheria.

This photo was indeed found by Locke in the apartment where Sheria lived; to be precise, it was taken from her bedside table, just in case.

George was certain that such photos posed no threat.

“I just witnessed you about to assault a lady; there is no threat whatsoever.”

"You bastards! You've all conspired together! You're all in cahoots! I'm going to sue you! I'm going to get a lawyer!"

"I'm sorry, even a lawyer cannot prove your innocence, because you have violated the laws of the Kingdom of Tumen."

Sheriff George grabbed Lloyd, and Lloyd saw George's face clearly.

“It’s you, you’re Valeria’s husband.”

"Yes, Editor-in-Chief Lloyd, I never imagined you were so despicable. This makes me worry about my wife's safety."

Lloyd didn't mention that he had also harassed Valeria in the past; he couldn't afford to anger the sheriff now, because that would mean he'd be in deep trouble.

"I need a lawyer! I need to find a lawyer! A lawyer!"

Lloyd roared as he was dragged out of the apartment by the tall and imposing Sheriff George, attracting a large crowd of onlookers from the West End.