Chapter 241

As chaos erupted, someone frantically tore off their white coat and attempted to flee. "Police! Don't move!" A firm voice commanded, and officers immediately displayed their badges. The mansion was quickly surrounded, blocking all escape routes.

The girl in the white dress and the manager stood frozen, pale with shock and dread, as police stormed inside. Meanwhile, Francis was shielded by Odalys and the others. Even the slowest minds could grasp the situation: Francis and his companions had lured the perpetrators into a trap, catching them in the act. In their haste, the perpetrators had spoken too much, believing they wouldn't be caught, effectively confessing their crimes.

"Who called the police?" an officer asked, stepping forward.

Odalys raised her hand and walked briskly toward them. "Officer, it was me. We suspected this woman had ulterior motives and was endangering Francis's safety."

"Yes," Freya added, "Francis's phone was bugged. And just now, they tried to harvest his organs. That's illegal." She handed over her phone, which contained a video recording.

The live broadcast had been running since Odalys pulled Francis into the room, with Selah filming in real time. As the livestream spread, the entire internet was watching. Just before the police arrived, it went viral.

"We saw your live broadcast," the officer said after reviewing the footage. "Please send us a copy." He paused. "I didn't expect these celebrities to be so resourceful."

The officer seemed genuinely surprised. They had previously underestimated these stars, assuming they were only pretty faces, but they had been proven wrong.

"Of course, I'll send it right away," Freya said, immediately transmitting the video to the authorities.

The police swiftly arrested the girl in the white dress and the manager, tending to their wounds. "You're both involved in illegal activities—murder, unlawful organ harvesting, and unauthorized surveillance," the officer stated. "Please come with us."

Tears filled the girl's eyes as she turned to Francis, her voice trembling. "I didn't know. They used me. Francis, please believe me."

Francis stood still, his initial shock replaced by an eerie calm. He knew Odalys and the others hadn't abandoned him. He was grateful for meeting them through the reality show—it had saved his life. "Sir, I also want to press charges against her for terminating my contract without permission and stealing money from me to cover her tracks. I found several large transfers from my account while filming the show." Francis showed the police the transfer records.

The manager's face turned ashen, her expression twisted with fury. She hadn't expected Francis to turn the tables on them.

"Good," the officer nodded, inspecting the records. "We'll take care of the paperwork and get your statement."

Selah was live-streaming the entire event. Their appearance on the show had already caused a stir, and many were eager to watch Odalys's star readings. As soon as they realized she was live, viewers flooded the stream.

What started with 1,000 viewers quickly skyrocketed to over 10 million. People from all over the country tuned in. When they initially saw Odalys seemingly push Francis away, they nearly condemned her, thinking she had abandoned him. But as the stream unfolded, they realized everyone was hiding, allowing the perpetrators to expose their own plan. When the assailants failed to harm Francis and ended up hurting themselves, viewers were ecstatic. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered satisfaction.

[Wow, this is so intense!] [People were trying to harvest organs privately! Someone needs to investigate this group ASAP!] [Good grief! Are agents really this bold now? They actually went behind the scenes and terminated the contract, not to mention messing with Francis's fanbase.] [My heart is breaking. This group is so supportive. They’re sticking together even after filming the show. This is real love.] [Am I the only one wondering why couldn’t the needle pierce Francis earlier?]

The barrage of questions continued, even intriguing the officers. One turned to Francis.

"Why couldn't the needle pierce you earlier? Was there something strange about it?"

Francis looked at Odalys, his expression softening with gratitude. "I don't know, but I think Odalys saved me." He remembered seeing Stellan earlier, holding a talisman to protect his father. Francis speculated that Odalys had used her protective magic on him. Perhaps, when she accepted his money, it was the beginning of an unspoken agreement. Perhaps a silent understanding formed the moment she accepted the transfer. There had been whispers of paying for favors, and Odalys must have wanted to reassure him. The phone's vibration seemed to signal something, and from that moment on, he regained his calm.

The police officer turned to Odalys, intrigued. "Ms. Stone, is that true?"

Odalys nodded. "I am a member of the Xuanmen sect, and it's my duty to protect people. Francis paid for my help, so naturally, I saved him."

Stellan stepped forward, his voice full of emotion. "Odalys has helped me before, too. She predicted both mine and Francis's misfortunes and shielded us from disaster. I wasn't going to speak about this publicly, but some people are accusing Odalys's magic of being a publicity stunt, so I want to set the record straight. Yesterday, after we finished filming the show, my father's car crashed on the highway. It rolled from a great height and exploded. An hour ago, he woke up—after two explosions, he was still alive. It was Odalys who saved him. I want to thank her."

Francis, a little shaken, bowed. "I, too, am grateful to Odalys. If it weren't for her, I would have died just now. I hope the police will uncover the truth and bring these criminals to justice."

The group was escorted to the police car. The officers, with Selah's phone still filming, turned to the camera.

"We have video footage from inside the villa and the live broadcast. We'll reveal the truth shortly, and we thank everyone for their cooperation," the officer said, before ending the livestream.

A new officer entered, his face grim.

"Mr. Herseys," he whispered, "Earlier, Odalys mentioned that this villa has wicked energy, that people had died here. She recommended we search the place. We might find something interesting."

Lee Herseys looked up, troubled. Though he didn't believe in magic, the day's events defied all logic. "Let's search it," he said firmly.

The officers began searching the villa. Soon, they discovered strange items—and some unsettling records.

"Found some bodies under the tree," one officer said, his voice thick with unease.