Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 129 Hannah And Saint Yellowbeard

Naturally, the wraith would then switch its target to Emrys.

However, Hannah didn’t expect Emrys to nullify the demonic energy in Roger’s b*dy and wipe out the

wraith within the blood emerald. It proved Emrys was a top–tier friar.

Regret washed over her as she pleaded, “Sebastian, please! I’m your mother. Please don’t hurt me

anymore. I’m sorry.”.

“Shut up! You’re not my mother! My mother passed away a long time ago. You’re nothing but an evil

witch!”

Sebastian’s rage flared at her pleas, and he took it out on her. He finally stopped when Roger spoke.

“Are you still unwilling to give in even now?” Roger shouted as he stared intently at Hannah.

She immediately crawled over to him and sobbed, “Honey, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I only did

something terrible like that because someone tricked me…”

Since the cat was out of the bag, Hannah gave up struggling and revealed everything she had done.

As it turned out, a friar was behind everything.

As a faithful devotee, Hannah had been contacting him in secret, even going so far as to sleep with

him.

The friar had promised her eternal youth in exchange for money.

His asking price was two billion.

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Two billion wouldn’t strain the financial status of the Balford family, but the amount was still

astronomical, so Roger would surely find out if she suddenly withdrew two billion. It would be difficult

for her to explain if he asked for the reason.

Hence, determined to see things through, she pulled out all the stops and requested a piece of blood

emerald from the friar, planning to utilize the demonic energy within the cursed gemstone to kill Roger.

The friar behind everything was Saint Yellowbeard.

“Saint Yellowbeard!” Jacqueline’s eyes widened in shock as she asked, “Isn’t he the person you told

me about? The friar who possesses great powers? The Saint Yellowbeard you were planning to

introduce to me?”

Hannah nodded. “Yes, it’s him.”

Jacqueline’s expression turned to horror at Hannah’s confirmation.

She had never been close to Hannah, but not long ago, the latter’s demeanor suddenly changed.

Hannah even said she wanted to introduce a friar to her. That friar was Saint Yellowbeard.

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Jacqueline did have her suspicions then but wasn’t sure of Hannah’s motives until today, when Hannah

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“When did I tell you the cursed object’s an emerald pendant?” Emrys scoffed.

In an instant, Hannah felt like she had been struck by lightning.

Sh*t! I slipped up!

“So it was you! Dad adores you so much and treats you like a goddess… Why would you do this to

him?” Sebastian snapped as he kicked Hannah till she screamed in pain.

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Meanwhile, Emrys removed the blood emerald and crushed it with one hand. Even when a cold,

terrifying burst of force bolted toward him, he smashed it into smithereens without breaking a sweat.

“Hannah Stark, you sure are scheming, huh?” he said, shaking his head. “You wanted to make me the

scapegoat for your heinous crime, but unfortunately, you picked the wrong guy.”

As it turned out, if an amateur were to use cursed objects on others, they would also risk facing dire

consequences.

In the case of the blood emerald, the last person who came in contact with it would have years of their

life shaved off.

Hannah was the one who stuffed the blood emerald into the pillow, which made her the last person to

touch the cursed object. Therefore, if Roger died, the emerald would immediately split open and

release a wraith to go after her.

The price to pay for harming others was ten years off one’s life expectancy, which was why Hannah

agreed to let Emrys treat Roger.

She had planned on kicking up a fuss after Emrys‘ treatment failed and throwing the blood emerald at

him during the commotion. That way, he’d become the last person to be in contact with the cursed

object.

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Chapter 130 Trap For Saint Yellowbeard

However, Jacqueline could only note nonchalance on Emrys‘ face, as though nothing interested or

bothered him. He didn’t mention the cost of his consultation either.

She couldn’t understand how he could stay so composed despite being younger than her.

“Ms. Balford.”

Jacqueline was lost in thought as she stared blankly at Emrys. The latter suddenly looked over his

shoulder to glance at her. “Do you know once you’re intrigued by someone, that’s the start of you falling

in love?”

“Huh?”

A blush instantly stained her cheeks.

A while later, Hannah returned to the Balford residence.

Walking alongside her was an old man clad in a robe with a long beard yellowed with age. That facial

feature was a characteristic of Saint Yellowbeard.

Despite his old age, he was still hale and hearty. He was a friar, after all. His S**ual competence didn’t

lessen with age.

He claimed he could recover his youth with the snap of his fingers but was too lazy to do so. It was.

something he said to deceive his female devotees.

Were there any women who didn’t wish for eternal youth?

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Their greed was fueled by imagining the possibility of owning the privilege to cut queue to the heavens

if they passed away with an eighteen–year–old face.

Saint Yellowbeard had a firm grasp on that exact mentality that women possessed, allowing him to

succeed in tricking them of their wealth and bodies.

Hannah was one of his many targets.

The two sat on the couch, and Hannah started, “The rest of the members of the Balford family have

gone to keep Roger company at the hospital today, so there’s no one at home.”

“Haha! Doesn’t that mean we can do whatever we want?”

Saint Yellowbeard laughed and reached toward Hannah eagerly. However, his hand halted soon after.

“Oh, right. The plan you mentioned last time, how far did you get?”

Hannah rolled her eyes at him and answered, “Jacqueline has felt animosity toward me from the

moment I stepped through the front door of the Balford residence. How can it possibly be that easy to

trick her?”

It wasn’t Saint Yellowbeard’s first time in the Balford residence. The last time he was there to meet

Hannah privately, he caught a glimpse of Jacqueline’s portrait in her room. Dirty thoughts filled his

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mind as he studied her beauty.

“You only need to get her here. It’ll be a done deed once she hears my chanting. I’ll try something else

if that doesn’t work,” Saint Yellowbeard said, his frustration evident in his tone.

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Before Hannah could reply, a cold voice carried down from the second floor. “Dream on, evil man!”

It belonged to Jacqueline.

With an icy look, she walked down the stairs with long strides. Her pair of long legs brought her down

the dozens of steps in a matter of seconds.

“Hannah, didn’t you say there was no one here?”

Saint Yellowbeard was shocked by the presence of someone, but when he turned around and saw it

was Jacqueline, his eyes lit up. However, before glee could fill him, he noticed Roger and Sebastian

were present as well.

This is a f*cking trap!

Saint Yellowbeard’s expression turned dark as he shot to his feet, ready to race out of the living room.

Yet, the moment he opened the front door, a large sole came into his view, aiming at his chest.

“Argh!” Saint Yellowbeard yelped, caught off guard by the sudden attack, and was sent flying back into

the living room. His eyes widened with recognition when he got a good look at the person’s face by the

door.

“It’s you!”

There was no way Saint Yellowbeard could forget Emrys.

Back in Mount Celestial in Jadeborough, Emrys was the one who spoiled his plan and exterminated his

malicious Cambion.

He didn’t imagine they would meet again on that day.

Indeed, opponents will always meet in the end!

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After snapping out of the brief shock, he calmed down and sneered, “So this is a setup you guys

planned, and all you were waiting for was me to take the bait. An excellent plan of giving me a taste of

my own medicine!”

“Give you a taste of your own medicine?” Emrys chuckled at him. “You think too highly of yourself,

Yellowb*stard! We’re not giving you medicine. We’re giving you a beating!”

“You-”

Anger poured through Saint Yellowbeard.

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