The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 685 Her World

The middle–aged man gave a slight nod, passed Lysander a pen, and smiled warmly. “Miss, feel free to write down any word that comes to mind, in one fluid motion.”

With a sense of resignation, Lysander swiftly wrote the word ‘medicine‘ onto a piece of paper. “What do you see?”

The middle–aged man took the paper, glanced at it, and asked, “Miss, which aspect would you like to know

about?”

“My career.”

She didn’t believe in the calamity he mentioned. Besides, she couldn’t believe one could avoid it just from a prediction if there were one to begin with.

If she had to listen to his nonsense, she’d rather hear about her career. Fortune–telling con artists rarely speak ill of one’s career.

“Medicine… You must be a doctor. That’s great. Healing the sick is a virtuous deed. However, the word deals with diseases. Besides, those who stand out from the crowd are targeted first. Judging by your complexion, it’s already affecting you.”

It turned out the middle–aged man was an educated con artist. He managed to circle back to the calamity he mentioned and spoke badly about Lysander’s situation.

Josiah’s expression grew increasingly stern as he listened, his anxiety spurring him to grasp Lysander’s hand. “Are you suggesting that her upcoming disaster is related to her profession?”

“That should be it.”

“Can it be resolved?”

“Certainly. Wearing a protective amulet will do the trick.” The middle–aged man rummaged through his large bag, producing a tangled string of pendants adorned with auspicious images.

These pendants were clearly cheap plastic imitations. Even someone with no experience could tell they

weren’t real emeralds.

-Josiah fell silent for a moment. He was raised by the prestigious Guerra family and had never encountered con artists or cheap trinkets. However, he had seen plenty of high–quality emeralds and gemstones from a young age. Hence, he could easily tell that these pendants were of poor quality.

“Since we’re fated to meet, I won’t ask for much. Just one hundred. Look at this. Though its quality isn’t top–notch, the person who wears it can ward off evil…”

ten,” Josiah interrupted the middle–aged man’s nonsense, promptly

You want

“How many

do

you have?”

counted, but roughly twenty.”

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how readily Josiah agreed, the middle–aged man hurriedly handed over the pendants and Look the cash before dashing off,

watched the figure receding into the dist. over the pendants to Lysander, saying,

confirmed. Yet, he solemnly handed

the sunlight,

imitation. Besides, it wasn’t even high- quality plastic, most likely a

out those pendants. If he were truly a sage who could pierce the veil of fate, he wouldn’t be peddling these trinkets.

actually believed him? I thought you figured it out when he took the money,” Lysander said,

ever finds out how easy it is to deceive you, he’d surely regret not stocking up at the market.

that the dignified CEO of Guerra Group was being swindled twice by the same

it. If

given by the old woman earlier, avoiding Josiah’s intense gaze. “It’s getting late. Let’s have lunch and then head

clinic relied solely on Karen. If she didn’t return soon, it would be problematic not

with an unrecognized tenderness. “I overheard some tourists saying there’s a place here that serves excellent sheep offal and vegetable soup. Would you like

“Sure.”

she cautioned him, “Sheep offal and vegetable soup isn’t like the foie gras or caviar you’re used to. Though both are animal innards, offal in street food started as a way to avoid

Josiah had struggled to eat. Things

I can’t handle it, I’ll just tell the boss to hold off on the

also quite naive. His imagination

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