The Fake Heiress Turns out to Be a True Tycoon!
Chapter 252 The Real Demon

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 The Real Demon

The photographer’s lens zoomed in swiftly following Scarlett Jennings’ movements, and everyone in the livestream could clearly see the content displayed on her phone screen.

It was a photograph.

A woman, disheveled and haggard, sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly ahead.

Wyatt’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Even though the face was somewhat unfamiliar, he immediately caught a hint of recognition.

This person was his Elsa.

Clara Harper, despite not seeing the photograph, changed her expression drastically when she heard Scarlett Jennings mention Gaia Dixon’s name.

Her face was filled with disbelief, and her voice, usually soft, now came with a sharp crack, "How?! How did you find her?!"

Could Mystical Sect’s abilities truly be that immense?

Could one photograph reveal so much?

How could this be possible?

That person clearly said this method wouldn’t be easily discovered...

Wyatt, however, had no time to pay attention to her reaction; he shakily clung to his tablet and fervently asked,

"Master Jennings, where is Elsa now? Is she okay?"

Scarlett Jennings, hearing this, just looked down and opened an interface.

Everyone saw that it was a very blank chat interface, from which they couldn’t even discern what kind of software it was.

Soon, an address appeared.

Scarlett Jennings said, "She is at this address now; you can go there."

After a pause, she added, "The police should also be on their way now."

Wyatt didn’t have the time to ask why the police were involved; upon seeing the address, he swiftly grabbed his car keys and headed for the door with his tablet in hand.

However, as he was about to leave, he seemed to think of something and turned to look at Clara.

Clara felt uneasy, "What are you doing?"

Soon, she knew what Wyatt intended to do.

Wyatt tied her tightly in the room and locked the door.

If he found Elsa, he would also have to find a way to ask Master Jennings to help swap their souls back.

So, until he returned, she had to stay put.

Wyatt’s actions were not hidden from the viewers.

Many in the livestream couldn’t help but laugh at his caution, calling him prudent.

If TV drama protagonists had this level of meticulousness, those villains clinging to life wouldn’t have the chance to escape and return to cause trouble.

Wyatt didn’t have the mood to interact with netizens; after ensuring she wouldn’t escape, he hurriedly drove towards the upscale neighborhood where Elsa was.

Along the way, he followed the requests of viewers and the production team by keeping the livestream open, just switching it from the tablet to his phone for convenience.

The car sped to the entrance of the neighborhood; usually, neighborhoods with such high security were hard to enter without the owner’s permission, and Wyatt hadn’t yet thought of an excuse to get in.

Then, he saw the gate slowly open.

Wyatt turned his head to see a young man waving at him enthusiastically from inside the guardroom, holding his phone up,

"Is it Mr. A from ’Inspiration’?!"

Wyatt then noted the screen on the other man’s phone displayed the split-screen of the ’Inspiration’ livestream, and he immediately felt a surge of joy.

The security officer jogged over, gesturing for him to drive in and whispered,

"The household you’re looking for is straight ahead, then turn right, but there’s a security door downstairs. I can’t open that with my clearance."

He even seemed a bit apologetic as he said this.

Wyatt was just about to ask if there was a way to have someone else open the door when he heard Scarlett Jennings’ voice on his phone,

"Just go ahead; someone will open the door for you."

Wyatt assumed she meant Elsa, and his heart leapt with joy; he thanked Scarlett Jennings and the security for letting him through and quickly drove inside.

Reaching the building, the lobby’s security door opened automatically, just as Scarlett had mentioned.

He got in the elevator and went up to the address he was given.

It was a single-unit apartment building, and outside the elevator was just one large door.

Wyatt quickly stepped forward; before he could knock, the door clicked open from the inside.

He entered with his phone and found the lavishly decorated flat eerily silent.

Cautiously, he made his way through and finally found the woman from the photograph in a closed room.

At the sight of him, the woman seemed unable to believe it, staring blankly at him without daring to make a sound.

Until Wyatt called her hoarsely, "Elsa?"

The woman’s eyes immediately reddened, and tears flowed down.

Like a dam bursting, all the anguish and sorrow she had endured spilled out in that moment.

"Wyatt! I’m Elsa... sob... I’m Elsa..."

Wyatt practically sprinted over to her, pulling her into a fierce embrace as she shuddered in his arms, not giving him time to think.

Seeing the woman crying hoarsely in his arms, he felt both heartbroken and relieved, and could only keep comforting her,

"Elsa, don’t be afraid. I’m here, I’m here, don’t be scared... Elsa, I’ve found a skilled master; she’ll definitely help you."

Elsa’s tears fell more fiercely.

She hadn’t expected that he would actually come to find her.

Even though she had turned into another person’s appearance, even when she herself didn’t know who she was.

All this time, she tried to explain to whomever she could that she wasn’t Gaia Dixon; she begged them, hoping they would help her escape.

But no one believed her.

No one was willing to help.

They treated her like a mental patient; the look in their eyes was full of nothing but sympathy.

Before this, Elsa had nearly reached the point of despair.

As if recalling something, Elsa hurriedly stopped crying, sniffling as she reminded,

"Wyatt, it was Seth Houghton, Seth Houghton who locked me up here. He says I am his wife, that he has gone mad... You must call the police..."

Wyatt’s eyes trembled, "Seth Houghton?"

Wyatt knew Seth Houghton.

Among Elsa’s many suitors, Seth Houghton was the most obsessed and unreasonable.

He pursued Elsa for two years, not giving up even when he knew she had a boyfriend.

She had tried every way to reject him, but he never relented.

Not until she married Wyatt did Seth finally disappear.

Elsa thought he had finally given up.

But upon seeing him again, she found herself turned into his wife!

And legally married at that.

And she hadn’t expected Seth’s seemingly gentle demeanor to hide such a demonic heart.

"He used some method to swap me into his wife’s body, kept me imprisoned, demanded that I never leave his side."

Elsa said, tears falling once more, then gently pulled up her sleeve.

Wyatt’s pupils contracted sharply upon seeing.

Her thin arms were riddled with purple bruises, shocking to the eye.

Elsa’s voice, choked with despair,

"I wanted him to let me go, he refused, instead beating me... He wouldn’t let me reject him, nor let me escape... He even... broke my leg."