Chapter 530
“Francis’s body isn’t possessed, is it?” Orson suddenly asked.
Odalys shook her head, smiling. “They couldn’t possess him. I put a talisman on Francis. Even if something happened to him, ghosts couldn’t enter his body. I did this tonight because I wanted to see who was so eager to get a body. Brandon seems to be a psychic working for this so-called ancestor, who died around the 1920s. He must have had unfinished business and wanted to use someone else’s body to return. They calculated that Francis had the weakest fortune among us, so they chose to attack him. If he hadn’t mentioned this to me today, he might have been in danger tonight.”
Orson listened, his lips pursed. He lightly tapped his forehead with slender fingertips, combed his messy hair, and said, “It seems having low fortune isn’t good.”
“Those who achieve great things are at the peak of their fortune. People with low fortune have frequent accidents—falls, car accidents, being framed, or encountering setbacks,” Odalys explained. “Therefore, fortune is crucial in life.”
“Are luck and fortune the same thing?” Orson asked.
Odalys was silent for a while. “Fortune is far greater than luck. Fortune is a law governed by the chaos of heaven and earth, while luck is personal and different.” Orson listened silently. He didn’t quite understand, but listening to her, he felt she was amazing. He nodded slightly.
Percival drove, but instead of returning to the Stewart Villa, he parked in a dark place.
“Here already?” Odalys looked at the car parked by the road and glanced around, realizing they weren’t back at the villa. Percival circled the car and opened her door. “You’ve expended a lot of energy. Let’s have some supper before we go back,” he said.
Odalys realized she was hungry. She’d had dinner at the Stewart Villa before their departure, but checking the time, she was surprised to find it was already 1:00 AM. Despite the late hour, she felt as if only a short while had passed. Six hours had gone by.
“Okay,” Odalys jumped out of the car.
Stellan followed, parking beside Percival. He got out and looked at a supper stall; the place was quiet, with no customers. The LED lights twinkling throughout the night market created a lively atmosphere. Seeing the car, the owner rushed over. His eyes landed on Percival, and he respectfully greeted Odalys.
“Is the late-night snack ready?” Percival asked.
With a welcoming smile, the owner nodded respectfully. “Yes. Everything is ready as you requested. Please, have a seat.”
“Alright,” Percival replied.
Odalys was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to have arranged everything in advance. “It’s to save you time. We can go back to rest after eating so you can get enough sleep,” Percival explained. Seeing her busy all day, he felt sorry for her.
Percival led her to a seat in the courtyard. Stellan and the others came in, and the group sat at a large table. The waiter immediately brought the supper. It was a romantic food stall, but the roast meat tasted excellent. These were common midnight snacks, very down-to-earth.
“Mr. Stewart, do you also eat such down-to-earth food? I thought rich people were all very particular about high-end things,” Selah said softly.
Orson chuckled. He took a beer, opened it, and poured it for Stellan and Francis. “This is called currying favor. These grilled chicken wings, vegetables, fish, lobster, and beef are all things Odalys likes to eat. As long as Odalys likes it, everything is high-end. Understand!” He always puts his wife first. Otherwise, he doesn’t usually appear in these places. He talked more after drinking.
Francis raised his glass. “It seems Mr. Stewart loves Odalys deeply.”
“That’s right. He is very devoted. No woman other than Odalys can catch his eye. Mr. Stewart, don’t hold back your feelings. Don’t restrain yourself too much. Otherwise, Odalys won’t understand,” Freya immediately agreed.
Percival held his fork, his slender fingertips tightening. He subconsciously looked at Odalys, only to see her smiling at him. Before he could speak, she picked up a piece of fish for him. “Thank you for accommodating me.”
Percival’s words stuck in his throat. He didn’t know how to respond. Now, he truly put her first in everything and always accommodated her. As long as Odalys was happy, nothing else mattered.
“It’s good that you like it,” Percival finally said.
Stellan took a sip of his beer and turned to Francis. “Francis, how are you feeling? Is there anything unusual with your body?”
“Fine,” Francis quickly moved his arm. What happened tonight was truly terrifying.
“Odalys, what would have happened if Francis had stuck the talisman that person gave him on you?” Selah asked, eating a hot dog.
“When casting a spell, having a talisman stuck on you would lead to a state of limbo, with energy constantly draining away. It’s like having your lifeline punched,” Odalys replied, nibbling on a roasted chicken wing. “In mild cases, the person’s energy would be transferred away, eventually leaving them incapacitated. In severe cases, it could be fatal.”
Although she said this indifferently, everyone was shocked. No one could believe that if Francis had ill intentions, Odalys would be dead.
“Odalys, do you trust me that much? Aren’t you afraid that if I had murderous intentions, you would be in danger?” Francis was shocked. He knew it was serious, but he didn’t expect it to be this serious.
What they said amused Odalys. “I’m not that easy to kill, and I’m an excellent judge of character. Besides, you wouldn’t kill me,” she said with a smile. Francis might seem cold and aloof, but he was genuinely kindhearted and trustworthy. That was why he was taken advantage of by his agent and ex-girlfriend and almost lost his life. If he had been wicked, Odalys would never have associated with him. When she made friends, she considered whether the person was kind.
“By the way, why did I see my ex-girlfriend and my agent in the illusion? You said they were my inner demons, but how did that person summon my inner demons?” Francis was curious. He was startled when he saw them appear. Deep down, he was afraid of these two women.