Freya waited in the room for a while, but Bradley still hadn't returned. So she changed into a white dress and held a ghost mask in her hand, ready to play a prank on Lola.

Since childhood, Lola always got whatever she wanted, whether it was clothes or toys.

Overnight, she went from being a glamorous young lady to a Cinderella.

Not only that, Lola insulted her at school, saying her mother was a bad woman who ran away with other men, making Freya the laughingstock of her classmates.

They called her a wild seed and bullied her in various ways, not only surrounding her and pulling her hair but also tearing up all her books.

But where was Lola?

She stood by with her hands on her hips, watching the scene with a smug smile on her face.

Freya could never forget the scene where, in front of her classmates, Lola painted Freya's face with colored pens while cursing and beating her.

She also remembered how Lola tricked her into the art room and locked her inside from the outside.

At that time, the art room contained several skeletons used by the art teacher for drawing, and Freya, scared and hungry, curled up in a corner all alone.

Although she was still young, the seeds of hatred had already taken root and sprouted in her heart.

She swore that one day she would trample Lola and repay her insults a thousandfold.

That day had come; it was time to settle old scores!

Freya clenched her fists, her gaze falling on the deep iron door of the basement.

On the thick iron door hung a rusty lock, inside was pitch black, faintly emitting a damp, musty smell.

She knew Lola was locked inside, and she could guess what the scene was like inside. She also knew that Lola must be terrified right now.

When Lola was locked inside earlier, Freya had requested Bradley to put in quite a few "friends" inside.

Listening to the squeaks and chirps coming from inside, Freya's lips curled into a cold smile.

Lola had always been most afraid of furry little animals. Bradley had instructed someone to release a group of mice, which was definitely enough for Lola to enjoy!

Soon, screams of terror came from inside. That was Lola's miserable scream.

Freya put on the ghost mask, which she had asked Frederick to prepare for her, and wearing all white, she bathed in the darkness of the night, giving her a spooky feeling as if a ghost had descended upon the world.

She opened the app on her phone, which had the sound of vengeful spirits downloaded beforehand, and floated towards the basement.

Tonight, the wind was a bit strong, and with the sound of "whooo" echoing around, the atmosphere became even more eerie.

"Lola, Lola…"

The eerie screams echoed in the vast basement. Lola, who had just been frightened by a nest of mice, now heard this creepy voice, and her hair stood on end.

Trembling, she raised her head and suddenly saw a ghostly face, one eye socket empty and bloodied.

Lola's heart stopped in terror, and she screamed hysterically.

"Ah! Help! Ghost! There's a ghost!"

Freya reached out with her blood-stained hands towards her, tilting her head with a long tongue sticking out, looking like a vengeful spirit.

"Lola, you and your mother killed me. Now you want to harm my daughter. Today, I will take you to hell with me."

Lola was so scared she couldn't even cry. Her pupils dilated, and she kept trembling as if she were convulsing.

"You, you're Charlotte Lawson, spare me, it was my mom who harmed you back then, it has nothing to do with me."

Freya unexpectedly pressed the record button, capturing all of Lola's words.

She knew her mom was killed by Sophie Lawson, so she needed to gather enough evidence to send this group of scumbags to prison!

"If it weren't for you secretly helping, how could I have died? Lola, you're so cruel and vicious at such a young age, bullying my daughter, I'll make you pay with your life."

"I didn't, I really didn't, I just helped my mom keep it secret, I know nothing, please spare me."

Freya kept recording, then watched as Lola was scared out of her wits, feeling quite pleased.

"Do you know Herbie Jenkins? The man who killed me in the accident, what's his relationship with your mom?" Freya floated closer to her, frightening Lola into another round of screams.

"Don't come closer, I'll talk, I'll talk." Lola's voice hoarse from crying, "Herbie Jenkins was my mom's former bodyguard, but she sent him away after the incident, I don't know where he is now."

In this situation, Lola was so scared out of her wits that she might be lying.

Freya was aware that Lola was oblivious to these matters, considering she was merely twelve years old at the time, mainly assisting Sophie in concealing them.

But she didn't plan to let her off so easily. With a swoosh, she disappeared in front of Lola's eyes, only to reappear behind her when she turned around slowly.

Lola trembled as she slowly turned around and collided with that grimacing ghost face, fainting on the spot.

"What a disappointment, not even worth scaring!"

Seeing the person collapse on the ground, Freya stopped recording, took off the ghost mask, and kicked Lola lightly.

"Tonight was just a small lesson for you. There's a long road ahead, and I'll make sure you and your mom, as well as Bruce, kneel in front of my mom's grave and apologize."

Leaving these words behind, Freya took out the colored pens she had prepared long ago and started scribbling on Lola's face. She directly drew a chicken and then splashed paint in Lola's eyes, writing two words.

"Charlotte Lawson"

She believed that when Lola woke up and saw these words, she would definitely convinced that it was not a dream, but rather that she was truly haunted by a ghost.

As it turned out, the next morning, Lola woke up to see the blood-written characters on the ground, scaring her soul out of her.

When the bodyguards came in to deliver food and saw Lola sitting on the ground with her hair disheveled, laughing foolishly and taking off her clothes, they were so frightened that they dropped the bowls and hurriedly reported the matter to Bradley.

Bradley rushed to the basement with his men. By the time they arrived, Lola was already lying naked on the ground, giggling foolishly.

"She's gone mad, just send her back to Lawson family!"

The bodyguard picked up the clothes on the ground, wrapped Lola in them, and carried her away.

During this time, Lola cried and laughed. First, she muttered loudly, "Charlotte, spare me, I don't know anything, don't come looking for me," and then giggled.

Bradley confirmed that she had indeed gone mad.

Last night, he had stayed in the study until late, and when he returned to the master bedroom, Freya was already asleep. So, during the time he was away, what did she do?

Bradley left the basement and found Freya was standing in front of the French windows with her arms crossed, looking down at the ground below.

He approached her cautiously and gently embraced her from behind.