Chapter 82

Freya immediately raised her hand in agreement. "Alright," she said, "we'll book a room tonight. It'll be better to hang out in a room."

"That's true," Selah added. "If the paparazzi take photos of us in public, it will be troublesome."

Odalys drove to the Bay Hotel. After parking in the garage, she retrieved her driver's license and went straight to a suite. Freya followed.

"I ordered barbecue and spaghetti," Freya said, subconsciously licking her lips. She wasn't usually allowed to eat these when her manager was around. The thought of the delicacies made her swallow.

"I ordered some fruits and smoothies," Selah said after placing her order.

The three of them took the elevator to the 17th floor, phones in hand. Shortly after entering their room, the delivery arrived.

"Barbecue, spaghetti, smoothies, fruits—what could be better?" Freya exclaimed. "We have to make Stellan envious!"

She took a photo of their feast and the hotel room, sending it to their group chat with the message: "Superstar, are you envious? The three of us are on a date."

Stellan called seconds later. The ringtone echoed through the room. Freya answered immediately, hearing his displeased voice. "You…"

Freya laughed wildly.

"Why didn't you invite me?" Stellan asked, his voice low.

Freya walked to the coffee table, putting her phone on speaker and picking up her fork.

Odalys leaned over, picking up a piece of beef for Selah. "Freya, come, have some beef."

Selah followed suit. "Freya, have some ribs."

Stellan, his voice low, muttered a curse. "You guys are too much. I won't… I remember to bring me along next time."

"Alright," Freya murmured.

Stellan was about to hang up when he remembered something. "I heard the Bennett family offended Mr. Carline. They just offered him a lot of money to reconsider."

"Odalys, be careful," Stellan warned, his voice low. "Mr. Carline is powerful. Those people are up to no good. If they try to deal with you, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Got it," Odalys replied.

Stellan hung up after ensuring she understood.

Freya tossed her phone aside and dug into the spaghetti. Between bites of barbecue, she asked curiously, "Odalys, what happened at the hospital?"

"You tapped Sophia's forehead, and she seemed…possessed. Her words seemed forced."

"That's right," Selah agreed, nodding repeatedly. "I've never seen anything like it."

Odalys explained, "She did have those thoughts. When I touched her forehead with the magic dust, I used a little trick, causing a brief lapse in her sanity. The thoughts in her heart were intense. In desperation, she blurted them out. The prerequisite is that the person must have evil intentions. Otherwise, it's useless."

Freya and Selah stared at her.

Chapter 82

"Gosh, you did that? I thought she was possessed!" Freya said enviously.

Odalys took a bite of beef brisket, the flavor spreading in her mouth. After a couple more bites, she said softly, "I learned this from my Master."

Odalys had come to witness the change in Sophia's appearance. As she suspected, after the old man's death, Sophia's true appearance was slowly emerging. Sophia had become ugly; her bone structure was different. However, Odalys didn't know if Sophia was aware of her altered features from her youth. That's why she boldly tapped Sophia's forehead, hoping to hear her inner thoughts.

"Odalys, read my fortune!" Freya exclaimed excitedly.

She quickly put down her fork, leaning close to Odalys, her eyes full of longing. "Tell me when I'll get married."

Odalys chuckled. "No need. You won't fall in love anytime soon."

Selah was shocked. "How is that possible? Freya is beautiful, has a great figure, and is popular! Many A-list celebrities want to woo her."

Odalys replied, "It's all for show. They want to appear close to her to gain access to resources. Ask her if they've ever asked her out privately. I bet they haven't. We see her beauty and figure, but men don't feel it. Her fate shows that she won't fall in love soon, no matter how beautiful she is."

Though cruel, it was true.

Freya clutched her face in distress. "Odalys, you're amazing! No one else would think this way. No one would believe me if I said I don't have a boyfriend or suitors. People think I'm secretly dating or even married!"

"What are you talking about? Eat quickly before it gets cold," Odalys said, amused by her distressed expression.

"I just want to fall in love," Freya said.

Odalys pushed the fork into Freya’s hand and pulled her to sit down. "No need to rush. When the time comes, you'll have a lover, and he'll be the one to pursue you."

Freya's eyes lit up. She was so excited tears welled. "Thank you! I feel like I could…"

Odalys laughed at her enthusiasm. Selah quietly ate her spaghetti and drank her smoothie.

"Odalys," Selah said, "why don't you open a social media account? People online want to be your fans but can't find you. They say you disappeared after the variety show. Why not do a livestream?"

Odalys shook her head. "That's not my goal."