Chapter 149

Hunter Wilde's father clutched his phone, his hands trembling slightly.

Just half an hour ago, he had been on the call with his son. Hunter had been complaining irritably, "That Powell heiress is making trouble again, insisting on marrying into our family."

Who could have imagined such a turn of events?

Lucy White exchanged a glance with Ethan Smith.

"Hunter uncovered something yesterday," Ethan said in a low voice. "Miss Powell bribed someone close to him."

"She found out he planned to send her to prison," Lucy continued. "So she struck first."

The elder Wilde's cane struck the floor with a resounding thud.

"The Powells!"

No one could have guessed that the car accident over a decade ago had also been orchestrated by the Powell heiress.

"Miss White," the elder Wilde's voice quivered, "Hunter, he..."

"I'll prepare some Qi Tonic." Lucy retrieved a porcelain vial from her bag. "Consider it a favor to Ethan."

The Wilde family collectively exhaled in relief. They had just witnessed Lucy's capabilities firsthand.

"Thank you," the elder Wilde said solemnly. "The Wildes won't forget this."

Lucy nodded and turned to press lightly on several acupoints along Hunter's body.

"He's waking up."

No sooner had she spoken than Hunter's lashes fluttered on the hospital bed.

The entire room held its breath.

"What... happened?" Hunter's voice was hoarse.

Ethan quickly summarized the situation.

Hunter's expression darkened. "No wonder I dreamed of that madwoman!"

The hysterical accusations in his dream now seemed utterly repulsive.

"Just the work of a brood parasite," Lucy said calmly.

Hunter grabbed her hand. "Master White, give me another talisman!"

Lucy chuckled but handed him a protective charm.

"Keep it safe this time."

Hunter clutched it like a treasure, immediately feeling lighter.

"Come to my company in a few days to pick a thank-you gift," he said earnestly.

Lucy smiled in agreement.

As they left the hospital room, Ethan's phone suddenly rang.

"The production crew just notified us," he said, glancing at his screen. "Filming starts in three days."

Lucy arched a brow. It seemed the Powells' days of peace were numbered.