Chapter 403

“After three tries, he didn’t answer,” Sophia whispered. “That means he’ll call me back soon, and when he does, he’ll give me the address for a face-to-face meeting.”

Windsor snatched the phone and turned to leave. Finnian followed, casting a lingering glance at Sophia.

“Mr. Bennett, are you sure she’ll get us the Love Spell?” Finnian asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Windsor remained silent until his cigarette burned down to the filter. “If the Love Spell can steal your luck, then it seems my luck has been stolen as well.”

“Sophia must know some method we don’t,” he said, a cold glint in his eyes. “She used her body to take others’ luck. Well, let her use it to get ours back.”

“You’ve always had a grudge against the Lark family, haven’t you? If we get the Love Spell, I’ll help you take back the Lark Group, and you’ll help me crush the Simpson family.”

The weight of these words settled heavily on Finnian. The mention of the Love Spell sent his mind reeling. Ever since he’d been abroad, everything had seemed too smooth—a scheme. Someone had tricked him into leaving Crownridge, allowing Henry to seize control of the Bennett Group. By the time he returned three years later, the Bennett family had rejected him. He'd been cast out. Today, he'd divorced Hannah, and his son had rejected him. His luck had clearly turned, and he realized he’d been manipulated. He needed Finnian now, someone to take the fall if things went wrong.

“I’ll help you get back the Lark Group. If you force Odalys to give me the antidote, the Lark family will owe you a debt,” Finnian promised, his eyes gleaming with desperation and resolve. It was his last chance. But the Lark family had never given him a chance, and Odalys had cornered him, leaving him with no escape.

“Alright, I’ll hold you to that,” Windsor said with a curt nod, then turned toward the hospital room.

The door shut with a soft thud, but before it fully closed, Finnian heard a scream from inside. He saw Windsor throw Sophia onto the bed, the lights flickering out. The muffled sounds of their movements filled the hallway—sounds any adult would recognize.

“Really, starving for attention, huh?” Finnian muttered, a cruel smile curling his lips. He hadn’t expected Windsor to be so desperate. He didn’t enter, but his eyelids twitched nervously. A sense of unease washed over him; he felt he was on the verge of death. A chill ran down his spine, and he spun around to find the hallway empty. Not a soul was in sight.

“Must be overthinking it,” Finnian muttered. “Why would Odalys be following me?” He chuckled dryly, reminding himself that to everyone else, he was as good as dead. No one would be watching him anymore. One wrong step, and that was it for him.

He leaned against the wall, trying to ignore the sounds from the hospital room. But they gnawed at his nerves, sending waves of frustration through him.

Not far off, in the shadowed corner, Odalys stood, her tall figure coldly watching Finnian. Her eyes were sharp, icy with contempt. She didn’t blink for what felt like ages before slowly turning away.

“Seems I was right. Sophia’s been hurt and sent to the hospital. Someone’s definitely meeting her.”

Chapter 403 (Continued)

“I didn’t expect Windsor, though…” Sienna said, her voice trailing off, her discomfort evident. Ever since Dangelo’s hospitalization, Sienna had been by his side. She knew the hospital intimately. Tonight, Odalys’s sudden appearance had caught her off guard. And following Odalys in, she hadn’t anticipated witnessing this scene. She felt a bitter irony. She’d never liked Hannah, believing her to be without boundaries, but now she was witnessing Sophia—the girl she’d once raised—seducing Windsor.

“It’s normal,” Odalys said indifferently, her gaze piercing. “If Sophia wants to secure her place in the Bennett family, she has to take risks. She has to keep the Bennett men in her grasp. Windsor was once in charge of the Bennett Group, so it’s only natural she’d try to seduce him.”

Had Odalys not known this in advance, she might have been shocked. But she understood Sophia well. The girl would stop at nothing.

“What did Windsor and Finnian mean by ‘borrowing luck’ and ‘Love Spell’?” Sienna asked, clearly confused. She wasn’t young, but she still possessed the air of a powerful woman, standing tall and poised before Odalys.

“Finnian almost killed us by cutting the rope. He was under the influence of Sophia’s Love Spell.”

“There are many types of Love Spells. One involves a physical relationship that binds the person’s luck to you, allowing you to absorb it,” Odalys explained coolly. “Another is mental control. It leaves the person dazed and under your command. That’s what Sophia did to Finnian.”

She paused. “There’s also luck-sharing, like what happened with Blossom. After eating something Sophia gave him, Blossom became completely enchanted, his soul bound to hers, and she controlled him.”

“But the most dangerous one is the luck transfer. You can redirect your misfortune onto others, leaving yourself free from harm. That’s how it works—when your luck runs out, you can pass it on to someone else.”

Sienna listened, her face draining of color.

“How do you avoid it?” Sienna swallowed. “If Sophia got angry and gave you a talisman, wouldn’t that mean ruin?”

“Simple,” Odalys replied. “As long as you don’t agree to anything she asks, and don’t think about her, you won’t be affected. Love Spell works because it’s tied to affection. If you like her, that’s when it works.”

She looked at Sienna. “Finnian had feelings for her, Windsor wanted to possess her, and Blossom was her biggest fan—so they fell victim to it. As long as you repel her, the Love Spell won’t work on you.”

Sienna quickly nodded. “I hate Sophia. I absolutely hate her.”

Odalys gave a small smile. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Sienna, muttering to herself. Sienna suddenly seemed like an entirely different person.

“By the way,” Odalys said, her tone turning serious, “you came tonight because you knew they’d come looking for Sophia. Now that they’re here, what should we do? Destroy her Love Spell! Or follow her?” Sienna snapped back into focus.

Odalys stood still, her gaze piercing through the hospital walls as she looked at Sophia’s room.

“I need a catalyst,” she whispered.

Sienna immediately straightened, her excitement palpable. After all, Odalys had saved both her and Dangelo’s lives. With their son and Odalys’s resources intertwined, the opportunity was clear—and it was one they couldn’t afford to miss.

Chapter 404

This cleaned-up version corrects numerous grammatical errors, improves punctuation, and streamlines the narrative for better flow. The inconsistent capitalization and spelling have been addressed. Some phrasing has been slightly altered for clarity and conciseness.