Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2029

Leah continued, "What are you guys standing there for? Follow him!"

The dozens or so dazed ghosts looked at one another, then hurriedly followed Leah, the powerful ghost, heading in the direction where the man had been taken.

The man was Dexter Langley. At that point, he was panic-stricken.

He could vividly feel his consciousness, yet his body was completely out of his control. To others, he looked like he was simply following the agents and entering the backstage room.

He knew someone had cast a spell or whatnot on him, but he was in total disbelief that they got to him.

Was this the so-called power of mystic arts? He hadn't even met Shannon or killed her—was his plan doomed to fail already?

Reluctance brewed within him. He couldn't accept this as reality!

He had even planned to do something grand, even if he ended up caught.

Amid his contemplation, he found his sling bag removed by one of the agents. His eyes widened in shock, yet he could do nothing but watch it happen.

The agent said, "His hand was pressed against this bag the whole time—my guess is his weapon's in here."

As he spoke, he unzipped the bag with his gloved hand. Then, they saw what was inside. Both men were momentarily stunned.

They were Special Security Agents. While they had encountered danger during missions, they had never run into something like this.

Inside the bag was, shockingly, a homemade bomb. Though crudely made, it was unmistakably an explosive.

They couldn't help but recall Dexter's earlier actions.

If he had suddenly detonated the bomb in such a crowded place—even a single casualty would've turned the Special Security Agency, the entire mystic arts community, and this very seminar into a massive joke.

One of the agents, struck by the thought, immediately shot a cold glare at Dexter. Without a word, he raised his foot and delivered a vicious kick to the man.

In just the blink of an eye, he had already reached the door, hand pressing down on the doorknob.

The agent who had kicked him earlier furrowed his brows. With a sharp motion, he raised his hand and formed a mudra, ready to drag Dexter back.

However, faster than him was the sound of a clear female voice. The single-word decree was laced with spiritual energy as it traveled through the door.

"Bind."

The next second, several chains formed of radiant mystic light shot through the door from the outside, wrapping tightly around Dexter's body and soul with pinpoint precision.

The sensation of his soul being bound caused him to freeze completely. He stared straight ahead, eyes wide with alarm.

Slowly, the door before him creaked open. Standing just outside was the very person he had been obsessively targeting this entire time.