Chapter 300

Odalys sat silently in Percival's car, her eyes fixed on the road.

"Did you notice something was wrong?" Percival asked in a deep voice.

His voice brought her back to the present. Odalys's fingertips tightened. After a long moment, she said, "Just now, when I cut my long hair, it transformed into small spikes."

"Blossom's"

"That's strange. It feels related to the giant python. Before, those people broke the tendons in the hands and feet of the elderly villagers, preventing them from leaving and even controlling them to stay."

"And Rafael Nielsen tried to injure the giant python to control it."

"Plus, we found fermented blood poison buried in the village mud!"

Percival held the steering wheel, patiently listening.

"You think the hair transforming into stakes and attacking you was because someone wants to use the giant python to harm others?" Percival said slowly, after considering her words.

Odalys nodded. "You could say that."

"If I couldn't protect myself just now, I might have been poisoned and died. It would have happened quietly, and even if I died, the police wouldn't find out."

"Blossom is a celebrity fan, and something happened to her after Sophia's party, causing her to be controlled. There are probably many others like her."

"Those who attend the party are rich or noble. We need to check how many fans Sophia has contacted and see if their mental states are similar to Blossom's."

"I'll ask Harvey to investigate. Blossom is one of them, so it should be easier," Percival said in a deep voice.

Odalys nodded.

"If Sophia's Love Spell is so powerful, why isn't she doing well? Is it because she can't control these people, or?" Percival wondered. Sophia hadn't been doing well recently, and her reputation was ruined.

Odalys explained in a low voice, "There's a saying in magic: 'A weak body cannot bear great wealth.' It means someone is very ambitious but can't handle the wealth and pressure."

"So, even if wealth is given to her, she can't bear it. Sophia is a living example. She wants more resources but can't handle them. She wants to get rich quickly, be famous, and use her fans to get more resources, but she's overwhelmed. Her body and mind are damaged."

"She hasn't realized it, so she desperately bought Love Spells. She doesn't know using them damages her own charm and has a price. She desperately wants to consume her fans' finances and support, but her abilities are limited. Just like during the variety show recording—she kept taking and ended up dragging herself down."

Thinking of Sophia's crazed behavior, a cold smile crept onto Odalys's lips. Sophia wanted to change her destiny by any means necessary, but she couldn't bear the consequences.

"Her Love Spell was provided by Oliver! If that's true, then Oliver is the mastermind behind all of this," Percival said hoarsely.

Oliver's whereabouts were a mystery. He erased all traces of himself after each incident and lived a secluded life. His mystique led to his worship.

"He's connected to this. He went to the Tillery residence tonight because he sensed wicked energy. Another reason is that he could absorb energy there, but he didn't dare to risk it," Odalys said coldly. This showed Oliver's wicked intentions.

Chapter 300

"Where to now?" Percival asked in a deep voice.

Odalys rested her chin in her hand, her beautiful almond eyes looking ahead. "How about we go for a drink by the river?" she murmured.

"Sure," Percival replied, surprised.

He didn't ask anything and drove toward the river. The riverside was lined with bars. At night, the lights illuminated both sides, and resident singers performed, creating a lively atmosphere.

Odalys chose a riverside seat. Percival ordered two cocktails and a fruit platter.

"Give me your hand," Odalys said softly.

Percival offered his hand. Odalys grasped it, her soft fingertips pressing against his palm.

Percival turned his handsome face away, a rare blush creeping onto his usually stern face, even his ears reddening. He muttered, his throat constricting. He watched her fingertips rub against his palm, vaguely aware of a pulsating force. He felt his body heat up, as if his blood was on fire.

Percival pursed his lips, surprised. Odalys withdrew her hand and sipped her cocktail. "How do you feel? Is the pressure in your chest gone?" she asked.

Percival took a deep breath and felt the tightness dissipate, as if something had opened up.

"Yes," Percival said hoarsely.

As he finished, Odalys leaned forward, her hands on the table, her delicate face close to his, their eyes locked.

"The poison in your body hasn't been completely purged. The residual poison is the deadliest," Odalys said softly. Her face was almost touching his. Percival's Adam's apple bobbed. He felt his breath quicken. His deep, dark eyes locked with hers for a moment before he awkwardly looked away.

"Okay," Percival said hoarsely.

Percival gripped his glass tightly. He could navigate business and politics with ease, but he felt subdued in her presence. His mouth felt dry, as if a fire had been lit within him. He could feel her hot breath on his ear, and her faint fragrance invaded his nostrils, throwing his thoughts into disarray.

"Don't move," Odalys said before putting her hand on his face.

Percival froze as she leaned closer. Their shadows intertwined, as if they were about to kiss.

Percival frowned. He realized someone was approaching. Heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and Henry Bennett's hoarse voice said, "What happened? Why did the Tillery family suddenly attack?"

"Mr. Bennett, the Tillery family used their connections to trap the Bennett Group. We were still observing the partner situation, but tonight, they suddenly targeted the Bennett Group."

"Originally, successful investments could have revived the Bennett Group, but now I'm afraid there's no chance," his assistant whispered.

Henry clenched his fists, looking at his injured palm. Thinking of Odalys's cold eyes, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty anger.