Chapter 206
Grace White set down her teacup, her sharp gaze fixed on her daughter. "Are you planning to interfere with the Gould family's ancestral graves?"
Lucy White smirked, her fingers lightly tapping the table. "You guessed right, Mom." Her voice was icy. "Since Winston Gould cares so much about his company, I'll make sure he watches it crumble with his own eyes."
The methods of a metaphysics practitioner were far more terrifying than ordinary people could imagine. Ruining a family's fortune? A mere flick of the wrist.
As for karma? Lucy could handle it.
Grace pondered for a moment. "Just don't take any lives." It wasn't out of mercy—she simply didn’t want blood on her daughter’s hands.
Soon, Grace revealed the exact location of the Gould family’s ancestral burial site. She, too, was eager to see the expressions on that pretentious mother-daughter pair’s faces when they lost everything.
"Don’t worry. They’re not worth staining my hands for." Lucy’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "I want Winston to witness how his beloved woman betrays him."
Mother and daughter exchanged knowing smiles.
Despite the morning’s unpleasant scene, lunch was a warm and cheerful affair. The three of them enjoyed a comforting home-cooked meal together.
Afterward, Lucy grabbed her bag and headed out.
Ethan Smith was already waiting downstairs. The moment she got into the car, he sensed her mood. "Who upset you?"
Lucy didn’t hide it, recounting the morning’s events in detail.
"That pair won’t let this go," she muttered irritably. "I can’t stand hypocrites."
A cold glint passed through Ethan’s eyes. "Want me to handle it?"
With the Smith family’s influence, bankrupting the Gould Group would be effortless.
Lucy’s heart warmed. This man always stood by her side without question.
"No need." She shook her head. "I’m targeting their ancestral graves. If I need help, I’ll ask."
Ethan affectionately ruffled her hair. "Do whatever makes you happy."
As long as she was pleased, he’d let her play however she wanted.
He’d always be there to clean up the mess.
They drove to Hunter Wilde’s antique company.
Hunter had instructed his secretary to greet them at the entrance, ushering them eagerly into the exhibition hall.
"Take whatever catches your eye," Hunter declared grandly.
Lucy arched a brow. "Generous today, Hunter?"
Hunter thumped his chest. "Money’s no object!"
Ethan smirked. "Don’t worry. We won’t hold back."
Hunter shot him a glare. This friend of his was becoming more and more of a traitor—completely shameless!
The exhibition hall was filled with treasures. Lucy examined each piece carefully until her gaze landed on a set of ancient ritual blade coins.
A faint miasma clung to their surfaces—exactly what she needed.
"I’ll take these," she said, pointing.
Hunter’s eyes lit up. "Excellent choice! These are our prized collection." He immediately ordered his secretary to pack them, relieved he hadn’t sold them earlier.
After browsing further, Lucy selected an incense burner and an antique inkstone—the latter for Inklet.
The little creature, catching the scent of ink, wriggled out of her bag and stared longingly at the inkstone.
"Is this thing sentient?" Hunter gaped.
Lucy stroked Inklet’s head fondly. "He’s very clever."
Inklet smugly lifted his chin at Hunter before darting into Ethan’s arms.
Hunter: "..."
Even a weasel knew how to suck up to the right person now?