Chapter 466
Freya couldn’t help but roll her eyes dramatically.
“No title or position can stop me from loving Odalys, Freya declared, before wrapping her arms around Odalys in a tight embrace.
Selah, not to be outdone, immediately jumped in
“No way, Odalys is mine,” Selah countered, locking her arms around Odalys other side.
The two of them held on tight, then simultaneously famed their heads to plant a loud, cheeky kiss on Odalys‘ face. Odalys, frozen in place, looked like a deer caught in
in headlights.
I feel like I’ve just been defiled,” Odalys muttered under her breath.
Before she could say anything more. Selah and Freya quickly slapped their hands over her mouth.
“Shh” they both whispered in unison, making a finger–to–lips gesture
Odalys couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by their antics. She swatted at their hands, trying to regain her
composture.
“Stop sitting so close” You’ll start rumors and ruin my reputation,” she warned.
Freya dramatically sighed. pretending to be hurt. “Oh. I’m being rejected.” she said, though she immediately stood up, moving away.
“Come on, everyone, gather around! Today, Odalys is treating us all to afternoon coffee!” Freya called out, her enthusiasm infectious. Selah quickly joined in to help
The director, the producer, the martial arts director, and the screenwriters, hearing the mention of Odalys name, all rushed over. They were still holding their take–out meals, looking a bit disheveled, but none of them cared about appearances as they eagerly approached.
When they saw Odalys sitting there, smoothie in hand, they immediately gathered around, hoping to bask in her good fortune.
“Odalys, after your ritual last time. I haven’t had a nightmare since, Kenny said with gratitude, his voice filled with relief.
The director alvo quickly grabbed a coffee, drinking two quick gulps.
“I know, right! Ever since that ritual, there hasn’t been any strange happenings at Film Capital, and I haven’t had a headache in days”
Everyone was in high spirits, except for the producer, who kept looking at Odalys with an unreadable expression, hesitating to speak.
“Odalys, could we have a word in private?” the producer finally asked, putting down his lunchbox, though his appetite had clearly vanished. He picked up the smoothie that Selah handed him but didn’t drink, just waiting, his gaze fixed on her
Odalys gave him a calculating glance before replying, “Sure.”
“Thanks for the smoothie, Odalys”
“Thanks for the cake, Odalys, several of the actors called out as they accepted their snacks, all the while glancing at Odalys with gratitude.
Odalys, deciding to take a walk by the river, started to move away. The producer followed closely, unable to keep his distance.
He stood a little behind her, his posture tense, as though unsure of how to approach.
“Has something happened at home recently?” Odalys asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the air
The producer’s eyes widened, a spark of hope igniting in them. Just moments ago, he had been listless, but now, with Odalys‘ question, it was as i someone had flicked a switch, bringing him back to life.
As a producer, he was a man of stature, well–respected in the industry, used to having people kiss up to him. This was the first time he had approached anyone with a request of his own..
“How did you know?” he asked, his voice betraying a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
He had heard the rumors of Odalys‘ abilities, but up until now, he had remained skeptical, watching from a distance.
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“You have dark circles under your eyes, your expression is heavy, and your forehead is a little darker. You probably can’t sleep at night. And there’s an unfamiliar aura around you,” Odalys continued, her eyes scanning him with an uncanny precision.
“Let me summarize something has entered your house that doesn’t belong there, and it’s causing problems. Your wife almost miscarried, and even though the pregnancy is stable for now, the child will likely not survive if this continues.
The producer’s face turned pale as she spoke, his heart racing.
This was a private matter–something he had shared with no one, not even his closest friends in the industry. His wife’s pregnancy had been kept a secret, a sensitive topic, and this was the first time anyone had brought it up.
He and his wife had kept it under wraps, knowing the risks involved. They hadn’t made the news public, as miscarriages in the first trimester were common and the topic was too personal.
But for the pa
past few days, his wife had been experiencing severe discomfort and bleeding.
Despite the doctor’s assurances that everything was normal, the situation had only gotten worse.
Four days of unrelenting bleeding had taken a toll, and despite hospital visits and treatment, nothing had improved. Last night, his wife had endured hours of pain, and the bleeding had returned.
He suspected that things weren’t right, but every time they went to the hospital, the tests came back normal. When he heard Odalys was nearby, he couldn’t wait to speak to her.
“What do you mean by something that doesn’t belong to you!” the producer asked, his voice urgent, as though he could sense the truth lurking in
her words
Odalys turned to face him, standing tall with her hands clasped behind her back. Her gaze was sharp as she assessed him, her voice calm yet direct.
“After your wife found out she was pregnant, did you bring a picture to hang in the house, hoping the child would grow up as beautiful and cute as the one in the image!” she asked suddenly, her tone piercing
The producer froze, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“Wha–how do you know?” His voice shook as he wiped a bead of cold sweat from his brow.
Odalys accuracy was terrifying, and it was clear now that her abilities were even greater than the rumors suggested. She knew things about his life that no one else could have known.
“I can tell from your face,” Odalys replied cryptically, her gaze unwavering
The producer fell silent, processing the information. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice filled with guilt.
“After my wife got pregnant, she saw a post online that recommended hanging pictures of cute dolls by the bedside during pregnancy. It was said that the child would grow up healthy and beautiful if they saw the images every day,” he explained, his words tinged with regret.
“She kept insisting on buying one of those paintings, saying that it would ensure our baby would be just as perfect as the ones in the picture. We bought the painting for just 20 dollars at a regular store. She looked at it every day, convinced it would bring us good fortune. But then, she started having nightmares, and the bleeding started.”
“At first, I didn’t think much of it, but after several incidents, I started to worry. But what does a picture have to do with this? We just bought it as a cheap decoration.”
Odalys listened in silence, her expression unreadable. She had heard of people doing similar things before–hoping that looking at certain images would bring their children good luck.
“Let me see the picture,” Odalys said, her voice firm.
The producer quickly fumbled with his phone, realizing the image wasn’t on his device. Panicking, he dialed his wife’s number. The call was quickly answered, and he switched to video mode.
“Okay, show it to Odalys,” the producer instructed, his voice frantic.
I but compliant, lifted the phone and directed the camera toward the picture hanging by their bedside.
His wife, confused b
on the
As Odalys stared at the image on
screen, her heart sank. Her expression darkened, a sense of foreboding sweeping over her.
“Is it the picture?” the producer asked anxiously, desperate for an answer.
Odalys stared at the image for a long moment, her face ashen, before speaking in a low voice, “That’s enough. End the video for now.”
