Chapter 570
Chapter 570:
As their hands brushed, Brenden felt an unexpected jolt of warmth in his chest, and for once, he fell quiet.
Soon, they reached Samuel’s home, a charming villa nestled on the outskirts of town.
Crossing the main entrance, the yard unfolded before them. On the left, three cypress trees stood in a perfect row, each about five feet tall, their slender forms swaying gently in the breeze.
Brenden’s eyes lingered, captivated.
Noticing, Fiona murmured softly, “Those are cypress trees p>
Of course, Brenden knew exactly what kind of trees they were.
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Yet as he gazed at them, he couldn’t explain the strange clarity and quiet energy they seemed to radiate, compelling him to steal a few more glances.
Soon, they entered the living room. Samuel stood there in a simple gray T-shirt, slim, with a modest mustache.
Beside him stood a slight, alert teenager.
Samuel didn’t strike Brenden as particularly wise or reliable, yet he still offered a polite greeting. “Hello, Mr. Guzman p>
Samuel returned the nod with a gentle expression. “Fiona has told me about your situation. Please, follow me p>
They stepped into a side room, clearly arranged to receive visitors.
A table sat at its center, while at the far end an altar displayed a statue that exuded a faintly mystical aura.
Samuel pulled out several cards and spread them across the table. He had Brenden choose a set of cards, then studied them intently.
Five long minutes passed before he finally spoke. “It doesn’t look good, if I can be honest. Your bad luck runs deep p>
Brenden snorted in response.
Of course. The oldest trick in the book: paint everything in the bleakest tones first.
Fiona, however, looked tense. “Mr. Guzman, please help us. What should we do p>
“I’m not sure if I can, but I will try my best p>
He disappeared briefly to wash his hands, then went to the courtyard to begin the ritual.
He placed a ring of candles on the ground, their flames casting a flickering light.
Brenden stepped forward as instructed.
“Today, if you cross each candle without incident, you’ll have peace for the rest of your life,” Samuel said.
Brenden stared at the flames, a cold knot forming in his stomach. He hesitated, unwilling to step forward.
Fiona leaned close, her voice low but urgent. “Go ahead. Just do as Mr. Guzman says p>
Not wanting to argue with Fiona, Brenden began stepping over the candles, and at first, everything was fine—he was managing it successfully.
Then, perhaps because his mind was elsewhere, his left pant leg caught a spark.
Within seconds, flames climbed up his thigh.
Brenden screamed and dropped to the ground, rolling frantically to smother the fire.
Fiona’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly grabbed a basin of water and hurled it over Brenden.