The video went viral, sparking outrage in the online community."What's happening? Is he really the leader of Mount Dracotigris and a genuine sage?""Let me clarify. Mr. Homer is the last guardian of Mount Dracotigris, skilled in fortune-telling.""Wow! I know him. He's a national astronomy and geography expert, according to Wikipedia.""Furthermore, Mr. Bond never performs divination or works for private clients. He recently left the mountain for a conference.""So, staying at Q Hotel really boosts lottery chances?"Nobody anticipated such a turn of events. An apprentice from Mount Dracotigris personally vouched for Homer, proving the hotel's legitimacy.The official account of Carver Group's subsidiary was flooded with comments."Why did Mr. Carver apologize for the new manager when she didn't make any claims?""It's obvious that this is an internal strife. They're trying to get rid of the new management.""I'm a guest at Q Hotel. I'm the lottery winner. The hotel accused m
"That's enough!" Owen roared, his emotions spiraling out of control. "If you want to keep your job, fix this mess immediately! Find a way to minimize the damage!"But minimizing the damage was impossible. The statement was already plastered online. Even if the PR team scrambled to delete it, the online community had captured screenshots and spread them like wildfire.When Warren declared his intention to disown Owen, he wasn't bluffing. Keith, unwilling to further upset Warren, had left certain things unsaid. However, Warren wasn't oblivious. He wasn't senile yet. Owen's ruthless attempt to control the hotel by putting Aria on the spot deeply disappointed Warren.Keith understood how much of this was bothering him. "Mr. Carver Senior, the PR department is requesting permission to intervene and leverage mainstream media to mitigate the situation.""No intervention," Warren countered sternly. "Owen created this chaos, and it's his responsibility to clean it up. This wouldn't have h
Owen may have played along in the past. However, he was too preoccupied with saving himself to care whether Mindy was fine. "I should never have listened to you!"With that, he stormed out of the hospital.Upon seeing this, Mindy immediately grabbed her phone and saw the shift in public opinion. Her group chat buzzed with activity, her name pinging incessantly."Mindy, why didn't you tell us Mr. Bond was the sage?""Mr. Bond is notoriously difficult to reach. Dad visited Mount Dracotigris countless times but never secured an audience.""I had no idea Mr. Bond would be at your family's hotel. Had I known, I would have stayed there too!"Mindy, my dad asked if you could help contact Mr. Bond. Money is not a problem."The conversation pivoted abruptly. Philip remained silent, but Ignatius couldn't hold back. "This is absurd! You shouldn't be asking Mindy for help contacting Mr. Bond. Weren't you the same ones criticizing Ms. Carver for hiring actors and being incompetent? How can y
Ignatius left the group after that, humiliating Kylie and Mindy in the process.Mindy felt utterly mortified after being exposed as the insincere, two-faced person she was. Ignatius' strange behavior today reminded her that she couldn't be so forgiving. No matter how close she was to someone, she must still maintain a careful distance in her relationships. Leaving the group, Ignatius felt strangely invigorated, though he was unsure if it was an illusion. He immediately video-called Philip. "Where's Aria? Wow, she's incredible! She was so calm even when meeting Mr. Bond, and he even did an unsolicited fortune-telling for her. Grandpa said this was rare and couldn't praise her enough. He wants to meet her, too.""You didn't tell your grandpa about how Aria helped us with the wraithling, did you?" Philip asked, still worried. "The Laynes are still asking around, and I fear they might try to hurt her."Landon handed Philip a cup of hot tea. "Maybe you should add me to the group so t
Samuel turned to Blake, who was still recuperating by the side. Blake had been heavily injured, and Moses, the intended target of the attack, was far worse off.Miraculously, Moses had survived the attack. Whether he would recover remained to be seen.Samuel's dissatisfaction was evident. "Mr. Windsor," he addressed Blake, "what will happen to Moses?""Mr. Layne Senior," Blake coughed, his body swaying slightly. "You witnessed the wraithling. It came with the intent to kill. Mr. Philip is absent, and without him, we cannot exorcise it."Samuel narrowed his eyes. "We've paid you handsomely for years, Mr. Windsor. What kind of wraithling is this that you can't exorcise? Tell me, what needs to be done to save Moses?"Blake shook his head.Samuel's anger flared. "We've held you in high regard, Mr. Windsor. Are you saying you can't even handle this wraithling?""Mr. Layne Senior, this wraithling embodies the vengeful resentment of several past lives. It was on the verge of being rebo
Will had spent the night consumed by worry. He and his men had searched high and low for the suite Aria mentioned, yet it seemed to have vanished. Even with the hotel's housekeeping manager in tow, they couldn't find the room.Will managed only to deliver the topaz stones Aria desired after seeing an online post from a lottery winner who credited their luck to their stay at the hotel. Sleep eluded Will, sweat clinging to his forehead. The moment Aria appeared, he pulled her aside. "Ms. Carver," he said, his voice low, "something about this hotel feels off." He explained his fruitless search.Aria, drained from using her inner energy, yawned. "Yes, there was an issue, but the hotel is now secure. It's been handled.""You were aware of what transpired?" Will asked, lowering his voice to avoid prying ears. "Mr. Bond mentioned in a video that someone had disrupted a manifestation of some kind—was that your doing?"Aria nodded. "It wasn't just me. Someone else helped."Borrowing heav
Aria had combed through guest reviews, uncovering a history of incidents. The customer relations department seemed apathetic toward customer complaints, and because of this callous neglect, grievances had continued to accumulate unchecked until this very day.The negative energy, Aria believed, was potent enough to permeate the upper floors within a month, affecting guests' emotions and potentially leading to tragic incidents—in a worst-case scenario—suicides by leaping off the building."Hire experienced construction workers and pay them a premium," Aria instructed, kicking the piece of paper aside. "Demolish that wall and erect a sanctum for Gaia."The manager nodded dutifully, yielding to Aria's every decree.Aria placed a topaz stone and a candle on the designated spot. "Until the sanctum stands, let that stone remain undisturbed.""Consider it done, Ms. Aria," the manager assured her, completely under her sway.In the aftermath of the controversy, some staff members who were
Aria bided her time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike decisively. Clutching the damning records in her grasp, she was impervious to any attempts at manipulation or guilt-tripping.The veteran staff, disdainful of Aria's humble origins, sought to assert their dominance over her. They doubted that a country girl like her could possess any real capability.They hadn't anticipated being outsmarted by a young woman, let alone witnessing their downfall unfold with no time for remorse.Once again, a witness to Aria's capabilities, Conrad broke out in a cold sweat. As instructed, he had observed her conduct the meeting, a fate he found worse than outright dismissal."Mr. Morris," Aria called out after the meeting, "Please stay behind."Conrad felt a chill run down his spine. Aria wasted no time. She thrust photos of the basement parking lot toward him. "Look at them. Recognize these?"Conrad examined them closely, his face turning pale. "Ms. Carver, please believe me! I had n