Chapter 59

Fang Yan pushed several scripts toward Lucy White. "These are the recent offers. See if any interest you?"

Lucy's eyes lit up as she picked up the top fantasy script. "I want to try for the female supporting role."

She had loved this character in her past life. Back then, the director had initially wanted her for the role, but Richard Brown's interference led to it being snatched by an actress who had invested in the production. Unfortunately, that actress was later embroiled in a scandal, dragging the entire drama down with her.

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow. "This character has a compelling dark turn. If done well, it could really stand out." He paused. "But the shooting schedule is long. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Lucy replied without hesitation.

Seeing her determination, Fang Yan nodded. "Alright, I'll talk to the director."

"Thanks, Fang!" Lucy beamed.

Fang waved it off. "No need for thanks between us."

After finalizing the script, Lucy also chose a high-end watch endorsement. Fang approved of her choices. "The livestream variety show you're on is currently the most-watched. Keep up the momentum for the next episode."

"Mission accepted!" Lucy playfully saluted.

Just after lunch, Edward Johnson called.

"Lucy, can you come to the Wu residence right now?"

Without a second thought, Lucy had her driver take her there.

In front of the Wu family villa, Edward was speaking with a refined middle-aged man. Spotting Lucy, Edward smiled and waved her over. "Lucy, this is Bruce Wu, head of the Wu family."

Bruce Wu froze when he saw her. This girl—wearing a ponytail, white T-shirt, and jeans—was the feng shui master Edward had praised? This had to be a joke.

Though inwardly skeptical, Bruce kept his expression neutral. "Miss White, hello."

Lucy immediately sensed his doubt but didn’t take offense. "Hello, Mr. Wu."

Edward quickly smoothed things over. "Lucy's father was a master of metaphysics. She grew up immersed in this knowledge—her skills are impressive."

Still doubtful, Bruce said, "Then, Miss White, please take a look at the house first."

The ancestral home housed three generations of the Wu family. Recently, misfortune had struck repeatedly: the elderly patriarch broke his leg, the second son was hit by falling debris, and the third son was in a car accident. Desperate, Bruce had sought out a feng shui expert.

Lucy pulled an ancient compass from her bag—a tool her father had left her for assessing energy flows.

After walking through the garden, the compass suddenly spun wildly near a flowerbed.

"Dig here," Lucy pointed.

The servants hesitated but began digging. After half a meter with no findings, Bruce frowned. "Should we keep going?"

Lucy calculated silently. "Three more feet."

Miraculously, at exactly three feet, a shovel struck something hard.

A dirt-covered wooden box was unearthed. As a servant reached to open it, Lucy stopped him sharply. "Don’t touch it!"

She took the box, using the compass to suppress the dark energy seeping from it, then slowly lifted the lid—

"Ah!" Edward gasped.

Inside was a blackened, crimson heart.

"This is a cursed object made from a black dog’s heart," Lucy said grimly. "Buried here, it slowly drains the family’s fortune—causing financial ruin at best, and at worst..."

She didn’t finish, but Bruce’s face had already turned ashen.

"How long has it been buried?" His voice trembled.

Lucy calculated again. "About six months. In the last two months, hasn’t the frequency of accidents increased?"

Bruce’s legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed.