Chapter 137

Derek's legs were injured, like a dragon trapped in the depths. When Chase saw the fortune, his excitement was uncontainable. He charged at Derek, shouting, "You're the dragon stuck in a rut, and I'm just an illusion, Derek. You were doing fine overseas. Why did you have to return and tussle with me?"

If this prediction proved true, the Reyes family business would inevitably fall to Derek, regardless of Ryan's attempts to support Chase. Derek was superior to Chase in every aspect—looks, character, skill, and strategy. His only weakness was his legs.

In a fit of rage, Chase lunged to strike. Jack, already imposing, became even more menacing. He swiftly intervened, seizing Chase's hand and sending him sprawling with a quick kick.

The driver, witnessing this, remained motionless. A single glance from Jack held him rigidly in place. "Take him down the mountain."

"Yes, yes..."

I was about to follow when I noticed a fortune at my feet. While the driver assisted Chase, I crouched to read it.

The fortune read: "Misfortune turns to fortune in an instant; trust a noble person to guide you down the mountain; if you receive news of danger and luck, set your goals, and amidst the chaos, find peace."

It suggested that disaster and fortune were intertwined, and encountering a benefactor could transform bad luck into good fortune and disaster into blessing. The priest picked up the fortune sticks; upon reaching mine, he offered a knowing smile. "A blessing hidden in disaster, intriguing."

Gazing at the deities in the hall, I wondered if this was a sign for me. Could there be a chance to alter my fate, even in death? But I was already dead and unable to seek revenge. What could I possibly do?

After being kicked, Chase coughed up blood, and his panicked driver quickly helped him down the mountain. I couldn't stray far from Chase due to certain constraints.

When Chase was taken to a room to rest, I glanced back. Derek sat in his wheelchair, gazing at the largest deity, clutching the bamboo fortune stick. I couldn't discern his expression or understand his presence there.

Outside, a fierce snowstorm raged. Chase received a call from his grandfather, summoning him back to the Reyes estate. Robert led a team there, and upon learning of my situation, Ryan was furious.

I hadn't spent much time with the Reyes family, so Robert only asked a few questions.

As Chase entered the study, a mug was hurled at him. Luckily, he dodged, receiving only water on his clothes.

"Grandfather."

Ryan slammed his hands on the table. "Don't call me that. Tell me, what happened to Amanda? Why are the police involved?" Chase's eyes were bloodshot, his lips parched; he looked utterly exhausted. Kneeling, he muttered, "I don't know, maybe she's missing. Grandfather, Ann is the key. If she wakes up, the police will get the information they need. Then we'll find Amanda."

With a crash, Ryan swept a vase from the table in a fit of rage. Anger blazed in his eyes. "Are you talking about the girl in the ICU? I just got word—an hour ago, she died!"

My body jolted; I stared at Ryan in shock. What? Ann is dead?

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