Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2239

That was the hard, irrefutable truth.

Elowen looked at Benjamin, her voice soft. "This is a choice that I'm granting you. So… consider it wisely."

As her voice rang out, the domain vanished along with it.

Benjamin remained where he had first appeared, while Shannon, or rather, Elowen, continued to sit at the dining table, finishing the last sip of her juice.

The space and time within the domain were entirely under her control. The conversation between them had only taken a second in the real world, and the Jensen family was completely unaware that the two had vanished for that moment.

To the onlookers, they simply saw Benjamin standing in silence, his gaze dark as he looked at Shannon. After a long pause, he turned and left without a word, leaving the Jensens puzzled.

What had happened with Benjamin?

Adam and Hector were confused, while Thalia was the only one who had sensed the domain's power earlier. Something must've transpired between Shannon and Benjamin earlier!

Hector's gaze deepened as he glanced first at Shannon, then at Benjamin's retreating figure, which had already headed toward the main door.

Without a word, he turned on his heels and followed Benjamin. He needed to get to the bottom of this and find out what was going on with Shannon.

…

Compared to Benjamin's current storm of thoughts and the Jensens' collective confusion, Elowen, having thrown the choice to Benjamin, no longer lingered on Lucan.

Instead, he turned her attention to living out the life of the pampered young heiress of the Jensen family.

Atop the flat, open-air terrace of the Jensen residence, Elowen sat casually on the edge, her legs swinging freely over the edge, with a cup of milkshake in hand.

She took a slow sip, silently taking in every detail of the world around her across a hundred-mile radius.

If Marshmallow hadn't jumped up to steady her, she might've toppled over then and there.

When she finally saw Shannon land lightly and stroll over with an air of unbothered calm, she felt a rush of anger.

With trembling feet, Marie took a couple of determined steps forward, ready to reprimand her. But before she could open her mouth, Elowen beat her to it.

"What did you call me down for, you youngling?"

A simple question struck Marie's brain, completely short-circuited. She stared at Elowen, dazed. "W-What did you just call me?"

Elowen glanced at her, puzzled, assuming Marie had bad hearing. Still, she showed rare patience and repeated, "A youngling."

The elder woman before her was, by all accounts, still a youngling—barely a century old. Yet, she seemed older than most demons her age.