Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2283

Fennec was speechless.

…

Thalia, after all, had spent 18 years in the alternate world. Before that, she had built up her own business and network in Seastone.

Therefore, it didn't take long before she managed to borrow a villa from a wealthy lady she used to know.

The group set out right away, driving toward the villa, and made sure to bring "Mike" along with them.

The car Fennec was using had originally been left behind by Thalia. Since there weren't enough seats for everyone, they borrowed another car from Eddie. "Mike" ended up riding in the same car as Shannon.

Sitting in the back seat, watching the scenery shift as the car headed in the direction of the university, he finally gathered the courage to ask about the other Mike.

He wanted to know who he was and where he went. More importantly, who was this group of people?

Shannon had no intention of dragging this Mike into their mess. So, instead of answering his question, she posed one of her own.

"I can tell you, but it might cost you—a lot. Do you still want to know?"

The car fell silent for a beat. After a long pause, he let out an awkward laugh. "Turns out… I'm actually not that curious."

The world was a strange place, full of things beyond explanation. He was curious, sure, but not curious enough to risk his wallet.

The rest of the ride passed quietly.

When they finally arrived near the campus, Mike eagerly pulled the door handle and hopped out. But just as he stepped out of the car, Shannon's voice stopped him.

"Mike."

He turned his head, just in time to see a glowing talisman flash before his eyes, pulsing with mystic light.

Shannon looked at him, her voice soft, almost dreamlike. "Everything that happened today was just a dream. Now, return."

Thalia didn't say another word, though her expression showed she was deep in thought.

After dropping off Mike, the group quickly settled into the borrowed villa.

Night fell, wrapping the world in starlight. Ten or so miles away, a different scene was unfolding in the Jensen residence.

Adam had just finished work and was sitting alone in his study when his phone suddenly rang. The call was from an old family friend, someone he rarely spoke to these days.

From the other end of the line came the voice of a middle-aged man, tinged with a trace of smugness. "Hey, Adam. I bet you'll never guess who my wife just lent the Moodridge villa to."

He continued, "She's shown up—the person you asked me to keep an eye out for."

A clatter sounded in the quiet study. The usually composed head of the Jensen family had accidentally knocked over his teacup.

For once, the man known for his solemn, unreadable demeanor had a flicker of light in his eyes.