I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 535

However, their cunning nature made them unwilling to act directly, so they began to constantly test the limits of danger.

Perhaps Anne's departure from America was also the result of their deliberate manipulation.

Su Fan's expression remained unchanged as he gazed towards the direction of the North American continent.

He had no intention of disrupting the order of human society, because both his physiology and his state of mind were far removed from those of a normal human being.

So when they saw the information on Michaelson's computer, they chose to spread it rather than kill all the people on the list.

However, the other party took this warning as weakness.

Su Fan did not believe that they had not investigated beforehand the matter of him killing cult members in America.

Since you know this, why are you so fearless?

Su Fan could roughly understand the logic behind that group's behavior.

Because they don't consider people below their social class as human beings at all, but rather as little more than rats in the sewers or chickens and ducks in farms.

In other words, in their eyes, Su Fan was just a butcher in the meat processing plant.

What's so scary about those who kill chickens and slaughter dogs? They're nothing but brute force, powerless against the network of power, wealth, and interests.

Thinking of this, Su Fan suddenly smiled with relief.

That's good. Now that the other side has fired the first shot, we can also take some action.

It's unacceptable that we're out there battling wits with Chen Wujiu and his group on the front lines, only to be schemed against by these scoundrels on the rear.

……

"This is it, thank you."

Theresa opened the car door from the back seat of the van, not forgetting to thank the driver before leaving.

"It is my pleasure to serve you, madam."

The driver was an old-fashioned gentleman who returned the greeting with a smile.

Have a pleasant afternoon.

After saying goodbye, Theresa was about to head to the restaurant entrance when she noticed a light drizzle starting outside.

The elegant and stylish restaurant in front of me was about twenty meters away.

This is bad, we have to get in quickly.

Just as she was thinking this, the waiter at the door opened an umbrella and politely stepped forward.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Ah, yes, the name of the person who made the reservation..."

"Please don't worry, the restaurant will guarantee the privacy of all customers."

Anne Hathaway.

"So it's Miss Selva."

The waiter bowed slightly.

"Miss Anne has been waiting inside for quite some time. Please take this nameplate with you. Once inside, someone will take you to her restaurant."

As soon as the waiter finished speaking, the doorman waiting by the door opened the door.

As the waiter instructed, Theresa entered and was greeted by a well-dressed waitress with a smile, who politely asked if she needed a towel to dry the rainwater from her hair.

"No thanks."

"I understand. Now, please follow me."

She followed the waitress across the expensively carpeted floor to the entrance of a rather secluded restaurant.

"This is it, please come in."

The waitress stood to one side and did not open the door.

The guests had specifically instructed that no one except Theresa could enter the room at will.

The guest she was waiting for seemed to have noticed this as well, and personally went forward and opened the door. The room was well-lit, and the white walls reflected the light, making the space even brighter.

The woman was sitting in the seat furthest from the entrance, and her shoulders tensed up instinctively the moment she saw someone enter.

"Annie..."

The smile on Theresa's lips gradually disappeared.

The once radiant and dazzling superstar now looked haggard, her limbs trembling nervously, like a frightened bird.

Even with the best foundation, it's hard to hide the heavy black under her eyes.

It is fragile and easily broken, like a beautiful piece of glass that is full of cracks.

The wary look on Annie's face finally disappeared after she saw who it was.

“Theresa…”

Theresa closed the door behind her, her pace slowing down until she finally sat down in the seat next to her.

"How could this be... You don't look well."

"I……"

Annie's expression darkened. She opened her mouth as if to recount everything she had experienced, but then her face changed and she gagged.

Theresa immediately stepped forward and gently stroked the former's convulsing body, while simultaneously channeling gentle holy power into it through her hands, intending to regulate and alleviate the other's poor physical condition.

However, this action did not have much effect, and the dry heaving gradually turned into violent vomiting.

[If this continues, you'll even vomit bile.]

Theresa quickly raised her hand and pointed her index finger at Anne's head. Anne's body went limp and she fainted, finally stopping her vomiting.

Even in a coma, Anne's face was still filled with pain and panic.

Seeing her friend like this, Theresa clenched her fist.

She had already made up her mind.

Theresa went to the door to tell the waiter that the food didn't need to be served yet, then returned to her original spot and settled Anne's body.

"I'm sorry, Annie."

With these soft murmurs, Theresa placed her hand on Annie's, slowly closed her eyes, and gradually entered a state of spiritual vision.

At the same time, many flashing images began to appear in her mind.

These images mostly depict Anne's past experiences, from her childhood to her family life, and then to her subsequent acting career.

Numerous memories flooded towards Theresa like a tidal wave; the cacophony of sounds and a multitude of emotions could instantly overwhelm the rationality of an ordinary person.

The latter, however, remained completely unaffected, flowing upstream along this river of memories towards its end.

The sound gradually faded away, and everything around became quiet.

In my field of vision, Anne was preparing for the upcoming banquet with a feeling of irritability and helplessness.

As a movie star, participating in various film promotion activities has already exhausted her both physically and mentally. After that, she has to negotiate with high-level executives from investors, distributors, and other parties.

Outstanding female celebrities are the most eye-catching embellishments at banquets and are absolutely not allowed to be absent.

At the banquet, everyone toasted and chatted happily. Annie, who was used to all of this, went through the motions of socializing, her every move impeccable.

The banquet ended quickly, and just when she thought she could go home and rest, she received an invitation from the banquet organizers.

The other party was a middle-aged white man who looked quite mature and kind, and was also an important figure in the film's largest investor.

The other party claimed that there was a private party at their estate and hoped she could attend.

"I really want to participate, but my health doesn't seem to be very good..."

"My estate has the best private doctors..."

Annie instinctively wanted to refuse, but was calmly interrupted by the other party.

Looking into the other person's eyes, which were completely devoid of any smile, Annie knew that this time, she couldn't escape.

(End of this chapter)