Chapter 138

Lucy White had just ended the call, her fingers lingering on the phone screen. She turned to Ethan Smith beside her and recounted the Shaw family's situation.

Ethan's brow furrowed slightly as his long fingers tapped rhythmically against the table. "The Parkers would dare use such underhanded methods?" His voice was low, edged with coldness.

"I'll report this to the Special Division and the Metaphysical Society immediately," he added, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Lucy blinked. "Metaphysical Society?" The name was unfamiliar to her.

Noticing her confusion, Ethan patiently explained, "It's the authoritative organization in the metaphysical arts, founded by masters from both Taoist and Buddhist traditions."

He took a sip of tea. "Beyond academic exchange, they assist official agencies in handling supernatural cases."

Lucy's eyes brightened. "That sounds fascinating."

The corner of Ethan's mouth lifted. "With your abilities, it won't be long before they extend an invitation." He paused. "The society exists to maintain order in our field."

Their conversation was interrupted by a soft knock at the private room's door.

Hugo Shaw entered but froze mid-step upon seeing Ethan. Surprise flickered across his face before he bowed respectfully. "Master Lucy, Mr. Smith."

Lucy noted how Hugo's demeanor toward Ethan was unusually deferential, almost reverent. It only deepened her curiosity about Ethan's background.

"Mr. Shaw," Ethan acknowledged with a nod, his posture relaxed.

Hugo ventured cautiously, "I didn't realize you two were acquainted?"

"Friends," Ethan replied succinctly, making Hugo's eyes gleam with sudden understanding.

Lucy smoothly redirected the conversation. "Mr. Shaw, did you bring what we discussed?"

Hugo hastily produced an exquisite necklace. Lucy accepted it, retrieving a sheet of talisman paper from her bag. Her fingers moved deftly as she inscribed a sigil.

"Have the person being followed wear this," she instructed, handing him the completed talisman. "And switch out your surveillance team."

Hugo accepted it like a priceless treasure. "Thank you, Master Lucy." With practiced tact, he excused himself. "I won't intrude further."

Once Hugo departed, Lucy arched a brow at Ethan. "You know him?"

"We've crossed paths at family gatherings," Ethan dismissed lightly.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the car windows as Ethan turned the steering wheel. "How's the script coming along?"

Lucy lifted her chin confidently. "I've thoroughly analyzed the female lead's character."

Ethan glanced at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I've always had faith in you."

The car eventually stopped before a traditional courtyard house. At the stone table in the yard, a vigorous middle-aged man sipped tea.

"You're here," Director Maurice Ford said, his piercing gaze assessing Lucy.

Ethan made introductions. "Director Ford, this is Lucy White."

"An honor," Lucy greeted with poised courtesy. She hadn't expected Ethan's promised audition to be for Maurice Ford's new production.

The director set down his teacup, giving Ethan a meaningful look. "Anyone personally recommended by Mr. Smith deserves close consideration."

Ginkgo leaves rustled overhead as if bearing witness. Drawing a steadying breath, Lucy knew—her opportunity had arrived.