âHang on, itâs not my eyes!â
Thatâs because Alex Rockefeller sat facing the television on the edge of the bed. He wasnât looking in
the direction of the bathroom at all. Instead, he was listening with his ears.
âWas it a hallucination? Or was it my own imagination?â Alex wondered.
When Alex stood up, he noticed that the image of Phoebe Larsen showering had disappeared from his
mind.
After that, he concentrated very hard while he looked at the bathroom wall. He wanted to see ifhe could
really see through it, but it didnât work at all.
The wall was still there, and so was the door. However, without any intention of making it happen, the
image appeared in his mind once again.
Soon, Alex realized that it was his spiritual consciousness at work.
âOh my god. Does my spiritual consciousness have this kind of godlike effect?â
âWouldnât this be⦠A perk from heaven?â thought Alex.
Drip!
Alex suddenly realized that his nose was really bleeding.
D*mn. Even when he saw someone naked in the flesh, he never had a nosebleed before. Indeed,
peeking was more exhilarating.
To prove that the image he saw was real, Alex shouted in the bathroomâs direction. âMiss Larsen, are
you done?â
âHuh? What did you say?â Phoebe replied.
ââ¦â
âI canât hear you clearly from inside here,â she shouted back.
Alex saw Phoebe stop moving while she cocked her head and shouted toward the outside of the
bathroom.
Indeed, it was real.
Alex watched her a while longer. Finally, he felt that he had crossed the line. After all, she was a virgin,
as well as the daughter of a wealthy magistrate. He quickly retracted his spiritual consciousness.
âNothing. Go on!â Alex shouted. After that, he silently left the room.
He was a little worried. What if he couldnât control himself after Phoebe had finished her shower, and
she came out? What if he pounced on her?
A few minutes later, Phoebe was done bathing. She even deliberately put on a few layers before
walking out of the bathroom. Thatâs because she was afraid that Alex might be tempted by her beauty
and force himself upon her.
âIâm done. Can you come over and help meâ¦â
âHuh? Where did he go?â
âJust as I thought, he disappeared without saying a word!â
Phoebe sat on the bed. Although relieved, she somehow felt a sense of disappointment. She began to
seriously doubt her beauty and physique. Why did the jerk avoid her like that? Was she really that
ugly?
Right then, her phone started ringing. It was a call from her father, Wayne Larsen.
âPhoebe, I heard something happened to you in California. You were nearly kidnapped. How are you
now? Are you hurt?â Wayne asked.
When Phoebe heard her fatherâs deep and concerned voice, tears rolled down her cheeks with no
respite. âIâm alright. Itâs nothing serious.â
Phoebe was afraid that her father would be worried.
âThatâs good. Iâve also heard that an elder from Divine Constabulary saved you. Are you friends?â
Wayne asked.
âHuh? Is that jerk an elder from Divine Constabulary?â Phoebe asked.
âJ-jerkâ¦?â
Michiganâs magistrate was shocked by the nickname his daughter gave that man. His face turned dark.
With his position, Wayne naturally didnât need to befriend an elder from Divine Constabulary. However,
he and Zachary Xavier had been friends for many years. Earlier, when Zachary called him on the
phone, he revealed some information to Wayne. Zachary had told Wayne that this elder was very
powerful and that his martial arts level was even higher than Zacharyâs.
Wayne knew Zachary very well. Wayne was a half-stepped Grandmaster.