From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 207 Encountering "Mr. Davis" in the Horror ThPark The TV's blue light cast a faint glow on Kelvin's face.

He glanced at the bathroom from tto time, then checked his wristwatch.

Why was Penelope taking so long to shower? Just as Kelvin was getting impatient and couldn't wait any longer, the TV screen suddenly flickered and switched to another scene.

Anthony's voice cfrom the TV. "You still enjoy playing these games, huh? Quite thrilling." Kelvin immediately narrowed his eyes, staring at the TV screen.

'Why was Anthony's voice coming from the TV?' On the screen was a dim and cramped room that seemed to be filmed by surveillance cameras.

Just as he thought, he heard Anthony's voice again: "Horror thpark? Since you're here, let's have sfun and experience something new." "Sure," Nathan's voice sounded. "The ones in the country are doing a great job now. The experience is super realistic. I guarantee you'll like it." "Great, I'm in. I want to challenge it." Anthony was excited, with an eager impulse. Behind the bathroom door, Penelope was listening to the commotion outside.

She sighed in relief when she heard Anthony and Nathan's voices.

The first step was a success.

Kelvin was watching TV while Anthony was getting ready to enter the haunted house. Next... the second step was about to begin. Hopefully, Nathan's arrangements would lead to the desired truth.

Indeed, Penelope had devised a plan to lure Anthony into the haunted house pretending to playing a game, where someone would then impersonate Mr. Davis. When Anthony saw Mr. Davis and tried to escape in fear, they would lock the door, allowing them to have a heart-to-heart there.

People tend to speak the truth when they are in extrfear.

Meanwhile, Kelvin was watching the live feed from the surveillance cameras.

In this case, the truth would be revealed.

Penelope's plan was risky, with no room for error.

If anything went wrong, it would all be over.

It would not only alert Lily and Anthony, making them suspicious and adamant that Dr. Cooper killed Mr. Davis, but Kelvin would also find out that she had been investigating his father'sdeath.

However, Penelope had no other choice but to try.

"It will work, I believe in Nathan. We've prepared for so long, there won't be any mistakes," Penelope kept encouraging herself.

At that moment, in the haunted house, Nathan had his arm around Anthony's shoulder. "It's pretty scary in there. Don't scream and make a fool of yourself," Nathan said.

"It's just a haunted house. I've been to many in the US. It won't scare me." Anthony replied. "Shall we split up?" Nathan asked.

Anthony nodded and agreed, "Sure. You're quite mysterious, bringinghere. You should have toldearlier, and I could have brought two girls to scare them, and then I could play the hero!" "Hahaha, I'll arrange two beauties for you later in the night. How about that?" he advised.

"You promised," Anthony said, pointing at him, " Nathan, it's a deal." Nathan laughed, "It's a deal! Let's go in!" He gave Anthony a gentle push.

Anthony walked in confidently, humming a tune, completely unaware that a carefully orchestrated trap awaited him inside.

"It's not bad to play with Nathan. He's reliable, and we can start a business together... Let's see what my mom has to say," Anthony muttered to himself, "What's so great about Kelvin? I have my own connections and resources." Anthony entered, and the door locked behind him, not paying much attention.

It was pitch black inside the haunted house.

Suddenly, a person in white with a face covered in blood jumped out, looking terrifying.

"Child's play," Anthony said as he reached up and pulled off the wig. "Your props are of poor quality. You think this can scare me?" Anthony was indeed brave, and nothing, not even horror or blood, could frighten him. He even wanted to find Nathan.

"I wonder if we can meet up... Being alone is so boring, not fun at all. If it weren't for Mr. Smith, I wouldn't have come." he informed.

Unknowingly, he walked into a few square meters room with sskulls and severed limbs on the ground. Anthony casually kicked them but didn't find anything unusual, so he turned to leave.

As he turned around, he saw someone standing at the door, and he didn't know when they had appeared. "Why are you suddenly here?" Anthony was startled. "Move, I want to go out; don't block the way." He reached out to push the person away, but they remained motionless as if nailed to the spot.

"Get out of the way. Can't you understand my words?" Anthony said. "How much do you get paid to play these horror roles? So dedicated!" He grew impatient and tightened his grip.

Just then, the man spoke, "Anthony, look at me. Don't you recognize me?" That voice...

Anthony was frozen on the spot.

"How could you push me? Can't you see me? It's only been a few years, and you've already forgotten me?" the man said.

Cold sweat ran down Anthony's back.

He took a few steps back, his voice trembling, "You... you're a... a character from a horror story." "I'm your father, Anthony!" "No, you're not!" Anthony shouted, "Stop pretending to be a horror character and get out of here! Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't find work even survive in LA!" His voice echoed in the empty room.

The person at the door slowly walked toward him. Anthony had no way out, so he could only shrink against the wall with his forehead covered in sweat and eyes wide opened.

"You don't even recognize your own father, you useless son," the person e said,. "I planned and fought for you, and even had a big fight with Kelvin because of you." "And you, carefree as can be. How could I have such a disobedient son like you?"

Anthony swallowed hard, "Who sent you, and what's your purpose... Stop pretending. There are no horror Q characters in this world! Who are you? Get away from me; don't cany closer!" But the person stood in front of him, brushing the hair off his face.