Chapter 322

Outside Magic Entertainment, a figure blocked the doorway, silhouetted against the bright interior.

“Mrs. Stewart,” the man said, “long time no see.”

Odalys narrowed her eyes and stared blankly. Her gaze fell on the whisk in his hand, and her lips curved slightly. She rose and approached him.

“Oliver,” she murmured. She remembered seeing him once at the hospital after Hannah’s leg injury. His unexpected appearance surprised her.

“I heard you’re skilled in fortune-telling,” Oliver said with a radiant smile. “We’re practically colleagues, so I came to visit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Dressed in a black robe, flat shoes, and a goatee, he seemed a figure from antiquity, yet his eyes held an unsettling sharpness. The moment he entered, Magic Entertainment’s vibrant atmosphere vanished, replaced by a suffocating darkness that seemed to swallow everything.

“Of course not,” Odalys replied with a forced smile. “You’re quite the legend in Crownridge. I’d hoped to visit you; I didn’t expect you to come today.”

As Oliver stepped inside, a powerful force pushed against him, knocking him back. He winced, suppressing his discomfort.

“Oliver, are you alright?” Odalys asked softly. “I know a healing medicine. May I help you?”

She reached for his wrist, but he recoiled. His gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by ruthlessness and fear. He’d intended to subtly intimidate her, perhaps even retrieve the necklace she’d given Hannah, but the strange force within her company overwhelmed him. Magic Entertainment was more than just a company; it pulsed with a powerful energy field, repelling negativity. His heart pounded with fear; he'd never experienced anything like it.

“Oliver, are you alright? You don’t look well,” Freya said, stepping forward.

Selah approached, noticing blood at the corner of his mouth. Francis and Stellan also urged him inside, but the further he went, the sharper the pain in his chest became.

“No, thank you,” Oliver said, his face pale. “I have to go.” He hastily broke free and fled.

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Oliver practically fled, his steps unsteady and anxious.

“I’ll go see,” Francis said, following him.

Stellan followed suit. The company fell silent in their wake.

Freya sniffed the air. “That’s strange. When Oliver was here, I felt nauseous, but it’s gone now.”

Selah agreed, noting a change in the air. Odalys remained silent, leaving the building with an air of superiority.

Not far from the door, Oliver collapsed, blood spurting from his mouth. The excruciating pain felt like internal corrosion.

He muttered, “Odalys is incredibly powerful. Her company is a magical zone. How can someone so young possess such energy? It’s resisting me, trying to kill me!”

This unexpected attack left him unprepared and humiliated, fueling his hatred for Odalys. He connected her energy field to Hannah's injury and the Bennett family's misfortune. He'd initially coveted the necklace, but now realized Odalys's energy field was the true treasure.

He straightened, noticing a scorched mark on his wrist where Odalys had touched him. The pain was intense.

“Damn Odalys!” he groaned. He'd always been respected in Crownridge, his energy sensitivity his most valuable asset. Odalys had shattered that reality. A possessive desire filled him.

“I’ll get you,” he muttered arrogantly. He eased his discomfort before driving away, only to glance back, convinced someone was watching him.

Francis later said hoarsely, "That old thing vomited blood."