Chapter 92 Ninety Two

• I felt a sudden surge of anxiety and doubt upon showing my ID to the butler. He took pictures of our identifying documents, including our driver’s license. It was odd how the predators were suspicious of the prey. There was a slight possibility that the butler might not be a part of my relatives’ evil schemes. Everything related to the Astors produced knots in my stomach. Nothing and no one could be trusted in Voocrod.
• My faith in people had completely shattered after being used and manipulated by a demon. To wreak vengeance on those who had hurt me, seek justice for my family, and bring peace to my broken heart were now the only goals of my life.
• After returning our IDs to us, the butler handed me his phone. “Put your numbers in it,” James said to me.