Chapter 143

Ethan Smith rubbed his temples as he watched Hunter Wilde's antics.

"Lucy White's expertise in metaphysics even impressed my grandfather," he said sternly. "You'd better take her words seriously."

Though Hunter was only a few months younger, he acted like an overgrown child. By family hierarchy, all their childhood friends had to address Ethan as "uncle," so he'd always treated Hunter like a younger brother.

Hunter hated when Ethan lectured him with that serious expression. He quickly forced a smile. "Got it, got it."

"It's just my first time dealing with something like this," he scratched his head. "Next time I'll listen to Master Lucy for sure."

He then scooted over to sit opposite Lucy, eyes sparkling. "Master Lucy, how did you predict that bottle would hit me?"

It was downright eerie. He'd made a last-minute decision to visit the restroom when Felix Von happened to be walking by with a bottle. No one could've planned that coincidence.

After experiencing it firsthand and hearing David Wilson's accounts, Hunter was now utterly in awe of Lucy.

Lucy took a sip of tea. "Your face shows signs of a peach-blossom hex. A simple divination revealed tonight's blood calamity."

"Peach-blossom hex?" Hunter's eyes widened.

"Yes," Lucy nodded. "The person who hit you—does he fancy someone who's pursuing you?"

"Incredible!" Hunter slapped his thigh. "You can even tell that?"

He had an obsessive admirer who'd followed him from abroad. Only today did he learn Felix had a crush on the same girl—no wonder he'd been causing trouble.

He'd told no one about this, yet Lucy saw right through it.

Ethan frowned. "Watch your language."

Hunter: "..." Since when did this guy care about his swearing?

Truly, even heroes falter before beauty.

"Right, right," Hunter mimed zipping his lips. "I'll behave."

Lucy suddenly asked, "You said the attacker was Felix Von?"

"Yeah," Hunter sneered. "Thinks he's hot stuff because his family's loaded."

Their circle preferred keeping low profiles. Hunter had recently relocated his overseas business back home. Felix had no clue about his real background—otherwise he'd never have dared lay a hand on him.

But this grudge was bookmarked. Payback would come.

Lucy's gaze turned icy. "The grandson of the Gould Group?"

Hunter gaped. "You can divine that too?"

He explained, "The chairman's grandson through marriage—but," he lowered his voice, "a stepdaughter's baggage."

"That old bastard's no saint either," Hunter said disdainfully. "Married a widow right after his first wife died, even made the stepdaughter take his surname."

"Worst part? Twenty-some years ago, his biological daughter's fiancé got stolen by that stepdaughter. Soon after, his real daughter vanished. The Goulds claimed she eloped."

"Disgusting," Hunter spat. "What a vile family."

Lucy's smile was frosty. "Utterly repulsive."

"Right?" Hunter agreed. "Heard the old man's dying now, suddenly wants to find his real daughter again."

Lucy's nails dug into her palms. "How dare he?"

"Probably wants to pass the business to his bloodline," Hunter shrugged. "Since the stepdaughter isn't family."

"Hah," Lucy's eyes glinted coldly. "He deserves that?"

Hunter suddenly realized: "You have history with the Goulds?"

Lucy met his gaze and slowly nodded.

"Perfect!" Hunter slammed the table. "The enemy of my enemy!"

He reached out to clasp hands, but Ethan's glare froze him mid-motion.

"I mean," Hunter chuckled awkwardly, "we're clearly fated to meet."

David Wilson and Evan York facepalmed in unison. Could this idiot not see Ethan was jealous?

Lucy laughed. "Quite fated indeed."

"Want me to help you get revenge?" Hunter offered eagerly.

Ethan's voice turned arctic. "That won't be necessary."

Lucy's vengeance was hers to claim. As for him...he'd ensure nothing stood in her way.

Hunter suddenly felt a chill down his spine and hastily waved his hands. "Forget I said anything!"