Chapter 468 The producer nodded immediately after hearing Odalys words .
What you have in your hand is a talisman its protective .
It will ensure nothing bad happens to you Odalys said , noticing his anxious expression and trying to reassure him .
Upon hearing that , the producer visibly calmed down , as if hed just taken a dose of medicine to soothe his nerves .
He seemed to regain some composure .
Thank you , Odalys .
Im heading home right now , he said , sounding a bit more steady .
He pulled out his phone and quickly called Kenny , letting him know he had to leave early .
Once the call ended , he hurriedly started his car , leaving Film Capital behind .
Odalys watched him drive off before turning her attention back to the peaceful surroundings .
Soon , Percival walked over from a distance and sat down beside her by the riverbank .
Did you hear everything ? Odalys asked , her gaze focused on the water Percival nodded and , with a quiet smile , handed her a small cake .
She accepted it and took a small bite , while Percival effortlessly took the smoothie from her hand .
Theard .
This seems connected to what you mentioned before about people using unborn children for rituals kind of like raising little spirits ? Percival mused , his voice filled with curiosity .
The concept seemed familiar , and he couldnt help but draw parallels .
Exactly .
Thats why I wanted Sophia to fake her pregnancy .
I wanted to see how Windsor and the others would react However , this producer ⦠theres an unmistakable trace of Olivers energy on him .
I suspect the godfather his wife adopted is actually Oliver .
And after she took him on , she became pregnant .
Oliver mustve predicted that the producers wife would conceive this year and used that opportunity to get closer to her .
This suggests that their astrological signs are compatible If her signs have negative energy , then the child she carries , if miscarried , would pass on that same negative energy .
Its a powerful force that can kill without a trace .
I suspect the plan here is to use this energy to control powerful , wealthy families , Odalys speculated , her expression serious .
Percival was silent for a moment , weighing her words , While unsure of the full truth , he couldnt deny the unsettling possibility .
Should we go over and check it out ? he asked , though he wasnt sure it was necessary .
Odalys shook her head , enjoying a piece of cake with a pleasant smile .
No need .
I want him to come to me on his own Percival watched her with a soft , adoring gaze .
Her confidence was palpable , and he couldnt help but feel pride .
CT sister in- Before he could respond , Odalys spoke again , her tone playful .
Whats this ? Did Mr.
Stewart message Freya and ask her to admit Im hers law ? Are you worried that people might think your private life is too chaotic ? Percival chuckled softly , a little surprised by the comment .
He cleared his throat , trying to explain himself .
Thats not what I meant .
I just dont want people misunderstanding you .
Honestly , I dont want anyone giving you a strange look .
Youre Odalys to Freya , and thats all that matters .
I also have no connections with her in that sense .
Nothing messy will happen , and I dont want anyone jumping to conclusions , Percival said frankly , his gaze steady .
To him , it was important to keep boundaries clear , especially when it came to people .
Odalys smiled , clearly appreciating his straightforwardness .
No wonder Freya looks up to you .
To her , youre a man of purity She understood now why Freya never took advantage of their relationship she knew that Percival , like her , was a , was a person of integrity Freya was the kind of woman who w would always stop just short of crossing a line , because she knew they both shared similar values .
The two sat there chatting , and Odalys took off her socks , dipping her feet into the cool river water .
It was autumn , and the water was a bit chilly , but she didnt mind .
Her fair feet gently swayed in the water , sending ripples across the surface .
Chapter 468 Has everything at your company been taken care of ? she asked , noticing Percivals relaxed demeanor despite his high position .
He never seemed too busy when he was around her .
All done .
Anything else , Callum will handle , Percival replied , handing her the smoothie again .
She took a sip , enjoying the sweet taste Percival couldnt help but watch her , his eyes softening .
She looked so cute as she drank , her cheeks puffed up slightly like a child enjoying a treat Suddenly , her phone vibrated .
Glancing at the unfamiliar number on the screen , she exchanged a brief look with Percival before answering .
Tume rewinds 30 minutes â¦.
The producer was driving frantically toward home , feeling a sense of panic creeping in .
The traffic lights seemed to take forever , and he wiped the sweat from his palms nervously , trying not to ruin the talisman he had been given .
Come on , hurry up , he muttered under his breath .
After waiting through nine red lights , he finally arrived at his house , but something immediately felt off .
Despite the bright midday sun outside , the air inside the house was uncomfortably cold , and the curtains were drawn shut .
He rushed into the living room , pulling open the curtains .
The sunlight poured in , but he couldnt afford to waste any time .
He hurried to the bedroom and burst through the door , only to find his wife kneeling by the bed , staring intently at the painting on the wall Honey , youre back ? She looked startled , clearly caught off guard by his sudden appearance .
Without waiting for her response , the producer lunged forward , tearing the image from the wall with a sharp rip ! His wife froze , eyes wide in disbelief , unable to comprehend what was happening .
What are you doing ? Why are you tearing the painting ? she cried , but the producer ignored her , focused entirely on removing the image .
He couldnt speak , and he didnt want to .
All he cared about was getting rid of that cursed painting .
A strange sound echoed -a hiss and suddenly , white smoke began to seep out of the childs face in the painting .
The producer froze , feeling an odd pain in his palm , as if something invisible had bitten him .
He clutched the image even tighter , not daring to let go .
TEX What are you doing ! Why are you burning the painting his wife screamed , rushing toward him.
But as she reached out , something horrifying happened : the child in the painting seemed to move .
A transparent , ghostly hand shot out and grabbed her wrist , pulling her toward the image .
Ah ! What is this ? Why is it grabbing me ? she screamed , terror evident in her voice .
She struggled and tried to pull away , but the hand gripped her so tightly it felt as though her wrist would snap .
The hand was nearly transparent , like a ghostly apparition but it was real enough to be terrifying .
Panicking , she looked at her husband , her eyes wide with fear .
The producer shook his head at her , signaling her to stay silent .
He pressed his hand to his lips , urging her not to speak .
In her panic , the woman stumbled backward , her eyes locked on the painting .
The hand still held her wrist with a crushing force , leaving a deep red mirk .
Faint , tortured cries echoed from within the painting screams of pain and sorrow , followed by the sound of a child crying , growing louder and closer , then fading away again .
The cries seemed to come from all around them , as though they were trapped inside the painting itself .
Who ⦠who is it ? Whos making that sound ? she gasped , horrified , She tried to run , but found herself frozen , unable to tear her eyes away from the picture .
The producer , still holding the image in place with his hand , felt the weight of the eerie cries filling the air with an overwhelming sense of dread .