Chapter 4

Gilmore realized he was in deep trouble. He’d kissed Christine at the school gate merely to vent his anger, unaware of the hornet's nest he'd stirred. Christine's powerful family could easily ruin him, and even if they didn't, her countless wealthy admirers at Oakhaven University certainly wouldn't let him off.

Gilmore suddenly remembered the old man's prediction: he would soon meet another woman, and that woman would bring him either good or bad luck. Another prophecy fulfilled, and this one, undoubtedly, was the latter. He was utterly depressed.

Meanwhile, Gilmore saw Brandon and Tiffany finishing dinner. Brandon escorted Tiffany, arm around her slender waist, into the elevator. In Room 302 on the hotel's 30th floor, they were kissing and cuddling when Brandon's phone rang. He stopped immediately, pulled out his phone, and his expression turned serious upon seeing the caller ID. Tiffany, noticing the sudden pause, asked, "Brandon, who is that?"

"A friend," Brandon replied. "Something urgent. You can take a bath first!"

Though curious, Tiffany obeyed and went into the bathroom. Unlike Tiffany, Gilmore knew who was calling: the name "Claire Carter" appeared on Brandon's phone screen.

After Tiffany entered the bathroom, Brandon answered with a smarmy grin. "Claire, what's up?"

A woman's dissatisfied voice responded, "Brandon, where are you? Why did it take you so long to answer?"

"Claire, I'm at a friend's birthday party," Brandon said smoothly. "It was so noisy, I didn't hear my phone."

"Which friend? I'm your girlfriend. Why didn't you bring me?"

"Claire, it's all guys. I couldn't bring you! What if they fell for you?"

"You're smooth. Okay, I'll let you off this time."

"Yes, my goddess."

Brandon hung up, looking relieved. Gilmore thought, Brandon already has a girlfriend! Given Brandon's fawning tone, Claire must be from a powerful family; otherwise, he wouldn't have dismissed Tiffany so readily. Clearly, Tiffany was merely a plaything.

Brandon placed his phone on the bedside table and went to the bathroom. Gilmore looked at the phone, an idea forming: If I use Brandon's phone to message Claire, telling her what he's doing, something interesting might happen.

He reached for the phone, but his fingers passed right through it—an illusion. He couldn't grasp anything. The phone wasn't in front of him; it was in a room at the Hilton Hotel, at least a ten-minute drive away. He couldn't get it unless he had mile-long arms or could bend space—impossible, defying the laws of physics.

Then, a faint white light appeared in his palms, like moonlight bathing his hands. He knew it was his mana. It burst forth, enveloping his hand. Can I get the phone now? he wondered.

He tried again, stretching towards the phone. The air rippled, as if an invisible barrier shattered. In an instant, the phone was near. He grasped it with his mana-infused hand. The mana, he realized, could break spatial barriers—hyperspace abilities! Thrilled, he quickly found Claire's number, composed a message, sent it, deleted it without a trace, and replaced the phone. Everything was as it had been before.

Eager to see Claire's reaction, Gilmore's pupils contracted, and he saw a luxurious villa.

Chapter 4

A beautiful, powerful woman with long hair emerged from the villa. Dressed in a red suit and red high heels, radiating fury, she looked like a queen. Addressing the dozen bodyguards in the courtyard, she commanded, "Everyone, to the Hilton Hotel! I'll teach that bastard and bitch a lesson!"

The shocked bodyguards responded, "Yes, Miss Carter."

This was Claire, enraged by Gilmore's message. She entered a red Ferrari, escorted by several bodyguard vehicles, and sped away.