The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 403: Cry Again and You’ll Be Beaten to Death

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Cry Again and You’ll Be Beaten to Death

Ezra Wright was a freelancer who barely socialized and hardly ever left home. Occasionally, a friend would stop by to bring him some food.

The couple on the 20th floor had run into him in the elevator twice, but after some disputes, gossip started circulating.

"1803 is just an unemployed freeloader, living off some guy and sitting at home all day. No wonder he’s always nitpicking about whether the upstairs neighbors are bothering him. Such a freak."

Since Ezra had left the neighborhood group chat, these rumors spread even more brazenly among the members.

Although it was only in the group chat, Ezra could feel the rejection and hostility from the people around him.

When he learned about the rumors circulating in the chat, his mental state completely collapsed. Coupled with the fact that he’d been staying up for several nights in a row, busy working on illustrations, Ezra accidentally succumbed to sudden death.

"I was living my life just fine! They were the ones causing disturbances. The police and the neighborhood committee wouldn’t do a thing, and I couldn’t fight back while I was alive. So what’s wrong with seeking revenge after death? Boohoohoo..."

Ezra spoke as he started sobbing, hiding his face in his hands.

A thirty-year-old man, crying like a child.

Ashton Todd and Nathan White couldn’t bear watching him like this.

They both turned toward Scarlett Jennings.

Scarlett Jennings: ...

Why are they all staring at her?

It wasn’t like she was the one who made him cry.

Thinking this, she eventually softened her tone and said gently,

"Don’t cry anymore."

But Ezra wasn’t moved and kept sobbing and whining.

Scarlett added, "You’re already dead. There’s no point crying."

Ezra cried even harder.

Scarlett finally lost her patience and snapped, "Cry any more, and I’ll beat you to death."

Ezra’s crying stopped instantly.

Ashton Todd and Nathan White glanced at Scarlett Jennings with expressions that became even more difficult to describe.

Scarlett ignored them entirely.

She turned toward Ezra, saying,

"Living people’s every wicked deed comes with karmic consequences. They disturbed the neighborhood and slandered you, so your revenge is them paying their karmic debt. But anything beyond that isn’t acceptable.

You’re a new ghost. If you obsess over the thrill of revenge, you’ll soon lose yourself. If you veer into becoming an evil ghost, forget about ever being reincarnated."

Hearing this, Ezra lowered his head in disappointment but still whispered,

"I... I want to be reincarnated."

Though he hadn’t been a particularly good person while alive, he wasn’t inherently bad either.

When he was being targeted and punished, he’d considered all sorts of ways to retaliate, but they were just idle thoughts he never acted on.

Watching those two families upstairs being driven to their wit’s end over the past few days, he’d felt a while of satisfaction.

But as Scarlett pointed out, amid the satisfaction, a lingering sense of... incompleteness gradually emerged.

He felt he could make them suffer even more.

But now, with Master Jennings saying as much—

Should he... let it go?

Ezra struggled internally, mostly reluctant to let go. Before he could decide, Scarlett pulled out her phone and said, "I’ll give you just one night to settle your karma completely. After tonight, you’re out."

Ezra’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Nathan shot Scarlett a look, his expression filled with hesitation.

This... doesn’t seem to follow protocol.

What should he do? Should he step in and stop her?

But Scarlett hadn’t asked for his opinion. If he intervened, would he come across as meddlesome or rigid?

Forget it. Scarlett surely knows what she’s doing, right?

...

That night, the two families upstairs thought a master had come to cleanse their homes, and they could finally rest easy. But unexpectedly, Ezra came to haunt them again.

And as if that weren’t enough, there was an additional female ghost!

While the couple upstairs cowered under their blanket, terrified, they overheard the two ghosts conversing outside.

The female ghost said, "Standing by their bed won’t scare them much. Lift their blanket."

Ezra replied, "I can’t. There’s a treaty between the living and the dead: ghosts can’t touch people hiding under blankets."

Although he was a new ghost, he was someone who adhered to the rules.

The female ghost retorted, "What treaty? I’ve never heard of it."

The two ghosts continued their discussion as if nobody else were present. Just when the couple thought they’d survive the night unscathed under their blanket, the blanket was suddenly yanked away by an unseen force.

Terrified, the couple looked up only to see two ghostly faces inches away, staring directly at them.

Ezra spoke in an eerie voice,

"If you don’t want me visiting you every night, do exactly as I say."

The couple didn’t dare say a word of refusal and nodded vigorously.

At three in the morning that night, both households—1903 and 2003—posted apology videos in the neighborhood group chat.

"Sorry, in the past when I said the tenant in 1803 was living off a man’s money and was unemployed, I was spreading lies. I shouldn’t have retaliated against your noise complaints by gossiping behind your back. I shouldn’t have been jumping rope and exercising at eleven at night. I swear I’ll never do it again! Boohoohoo..."

"Sorry, Mr. Ezra Wright from 1803. I deliberately led people in the group chat to attack you, causing you to be shamed into leaving the group. Later, I even purposely made noise at night and left trash outside your door to get back at you. We were completely in the wrong. Please forgive us!"

"Uncle, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never play basketball indoors again, boohoohoo..."

Each household member appeared in the videos, including the children.

At the end, both families posted pictures of handwritten apology letters, each over 1,000 words long.

The neighborhood group chat fell silent, with no one daring to say a word.

Ever since Ezra Wright’s sudden death was discovered at his home, nobody in the neighborhood dared to bring him up again.

But after hearing rumors of hauntings targeting 1903 and 2003, residents gradually pieced things together.

Now, seeing the apology videos posted by the two households in the middle of the night, no one was left in doubt.

Although no one commented in the chat, every tenant silently resolved to avoid troubling their neighbors from now on.

When it’s possible to live in harmony with others, strive to do so.

Above all, don’t bully someone just because they seem mild-mannered.

After all, if you push a person too far, they might hold that grudge even after death.

Thanks to this incident, conflicts among neighbors in the building (and even the entire neighborhood) visibly decreased. Even those with longstanding disputes proactively reconciled.

In time, the neighborhood’s living atmosphere improved dramatically—but that’s a story for another day.

...

Elsewhere, in the presidential suite at the top floor of Seaside Hotel—

Scarlett Jennings was seated on the sofa in the outer room as Sophie Harper placed Ezra Wright in front of her, wearing a proud expression as she floated closer.

"Scarlett, it’s done! Don’t worry; I kept watch the entire time—he didn’t hurt anyone."

Scarlett nodded approvingly, offering genuine praise, "You did amazing. Well done."

Sophie Harper immediately started floating around behind Scarlett, delighted and brimming with a sense of accomplishment.

Scarlett ignored her antics, shifting her focus to Ezra, who stood awkwardly in front of her. She narrowed her eyes slightly and addressed him slowly,

"I logged a request with the Spiritual Affairs department for the Underworld to send an escort. While we’re waiting for the Ghost Messenger to arrive, I have something to ask you."

She fixed her gaze on Ezra and asked,

"Who gave you the specialized spiritual power that surged your soul power for vengeance as a new ghost?"