Chapter 62

Lucy White tapped her fingers lightly, performing a quick divination.

"Check which family has been stealing your business deals recently," she said, lifting her gaze. "Whoever benefits is the mastermind."

Bruce Wu's expression darkened instantly. "All our lost contracts were snatched by the Parkers." His jaw clenched. "They even poached my people."

"So it is the Parkers." His knuckles cracked under the force of his grip.

The Parkers had never built their empire cleanly, always resorting to underhanded methods. For the past six months, the Wu family had suffered continuous misfortunes while the Parkers thrived—now it all made sense.

Lucy tapped the coffee table. "Do they employ a blood mage?"

"The Parker patriarch believes in that nonsense," Bruce sneered. "Last year, he even hosted some so-called 'master' as an honored guest."

"Then there's no doubt." Lucy stood. "I've already cleansed the dark energy. The caster will suffer the backlash."

She handed him a talisman. "Place this at your company's main entrance. It'll protect you for three months."

Bruce accepted it with both hands, then froze. "There's a traitor in my house?"

"Who else could've buried those cursed objects in your garden?" Lucy gave him a meaningful look.

A ruthless glint flashed in Bruce's eyes. It was time for a purge.

"Eight million," Lucy quoted, then added, "A 20% discount for Uncle Edward's sake."

When the payment notification chimed, Edward Johnson's eye twitched. This girl charges like a tycoon.

After seeing Lucy off, Bruce clapped Edward on the shoulder. "Edward, I won't forget this favor."

Edward forced a laugh. "I just made the introduction..." He never expected the girl to be this capable.

"Count me in against the Parkers." Edward narrowed his eyes. Perfect chance to avenge Lucy—and maybe win Rachel back.

Bruce's eyes grew moist. True friendship shines in adversity.

Johnson Family Villa

Michael Johnson stared blankly at his phone wallpaper—a photo of Lucy on her eighteenth birthday.

"Solved?" He straightened abruptly when his father entered.

Edward raised a brow. "Your Uncle Bruce calls her 'Master White' now." Spotting his son's phone, he sighed inwardly.

"She was always extraordinary." Michael traced the photo with his thumb, voice hoarse.

Edward couldn't resist prodding. "Regretting it now?"

The young man's eyes reddened instantly.

"Prepare for the worst." Edward recalled his own years-long struggle to win Rachel back and patted his son's shoulder. "It's a long road ahead."

Like his decade-long search for Rachel, every day had been torment. But who told him to be... a fool back then?

Silence engulfed the living room, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock.