Alia Miles ignored Victoria Don and looked towards Sarah Moore who was preparing.
"Brooke, is it ready?"
Sarah Moore glanced at Victoria Don, nodded, "It’s ready."
This Victoria Don really knows how to act.
She was already suppressed by Damon Hawke into the dust, yet unexpectedly returned to Damon’s side using dark arts.
But evil does not suppress good.
She will eventually pay the price.
Sarah Moore arranged the hypnosis tools neatly.
Her gaze inadvertently swept outside the window, where she saw a disheveled holess man’s silhouette, and her almond eyes flickered.
A sudden idea sparked in her mind.
An idea that could punish Victoria well.
"What are you trying to do? Let go of , I warn you, don’t ss around, help!"
Victoria Don didn’t know Sarah Moore, but seeing the tools on the table, she realized they were hypnosis items.
They’re going to hypnotize !
No!
"Elly, you go out first."
Sarah Moore had the bodyguards tie Victoria Don to the sofa with ropes, then signaled everyone to leave.
Alia Miles wanted to stay and watch, but she knew her best friend disliked being disturbed while working.
"Okay, I’ll wait for you outside."
Alia Miles and the bodyguards left the room.
Sarah Moore got close to the terrified Victoria Don and snapped her fingers by her ear.
"Victoria, sleep. Once you sleep, everything will co true."
The woman’s voice, though grating, carried an eerie appeal.
Victoria struggled to resist with all her might, but her eyelids slowly closed involuntarily.
"Sleep, Victoria, let tell you a story."
Sarah Moore began to hypnotize Victoria Don.
"Four years ago, you t the true love of your life. His English na was Mark, a billionaire who once spent lavishly on you. You were close to discussing marriage plans when Mark’s business unexpectedly failed."
"For four years, he tried to turn things around, hoping to make you his bride in grand style, to be the happiest bride in the world. But ultimately, he lost everything in the marketplace and beca a holess man."
"You’ve been searching for him, swearing that no matter how he changes, you’d love him and accompany him for life. Even if he spends the rest of his life picking garbage, you’d be unwavering and regretless..."
Sarah Moore quietly infused Victoria Don with her emotional world.
This was her newly thought-up punishnt for Victoria.
Make her transfer her love for Damon Hawke onto a holess man!
Ideally, she’d never abandon this holess man for life.
Flashes of thought crossed Sarah Moore’s mind, her eyes glead slightly.
If she made Victoria love a holess man, could Damon’s "Gu" be directly transferred to the holess man?
Victoria had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Sarah Moore finished the hypnosis and stood up to head outside.
Outside, Alia Miles was waiting for the result.
Seeing Sarah Moore erge, she quickly asked, "Brooke, is it finished?"
Sarah Moore nodded, "Elly, I have a good candidate who might beco the new host for Mr. Hawke’s ’Gu’."
Hearing this, Alia Miles widened her eyes.
"Who?"
"A holess man."
Alia Miles: "..."
In the luxurious suite on the 12th floor, receiving Sarah Moore’s call to co down, Frost Moore was still researching matters related to the ’Gu’.
"Brooke, did you say there’s a candidate now? What kind of person?"
"It’s a holess man."
A holess man?
Frost Moore raised an eyebrow, "Who found him? That’s really outrageous."
Imagine, who would want to stick with a disheveled holess man for life!
Incredible!
"It was a spur of the mont thought. Brother, please co down."
Sarah Moore chuckled over the phone, and Frost Moore picked up his dical kit, heading down to the suite on the third floor where Alia Miles and Sarah Moore were.
On the sofa in the suite, the holess man looked close to fifty.
Bearded face, he was curled up, cautiously eyeing the people around.
Frost Moore, upon entering, imdiately slled a foul odor, probably emanating from the holess man.
He furrowed his brows, pulled out a white handkerchief to cover his nose, looking slightly disdainful.
"Brooke, is it him?"
"Hmm, Brother, please check if he’s suitable?"
Sarah Moore smiled, walked over to Frost Moore, and asked.
"Where’s the main person? Without them, how will I know if it’s doable?"
Frost Moore let the air’s odor settle sowhat, then tucked the handkerchief into his pocket.
"Mr. Hawke should be arriving soon; Elly went to get him," Sarah Moore said.
Just then, Damon Hawke and Alia Miles pushed the door open and entered.
"Mr. Moore, Tom has arrived; please check if the ’Gu’ can be moved from him,"
Alia Miles eagerly asked.
Frost Moore glanced at her, then at the holess man monitored by two bodyguards on the sofa, who dared not move, and said, "Mr. Hawke stays, the rest of you go out."
The examination was about to begin for these two.
Alia Miles looked at Damon, gave a reassuring smile.
"Don’t be afraid, I’ll be waiting for you outside."
Damon Hawke: "..."
Am I that vulnerable?
But, it felt nice being cared for like this.
Alia Miles and Sarah Moore stepped out.
Outside, Chase Quinn dutifully awaited by the side, silent.
Alia Miles smiled at him, "Chase, thank you."
He both captured the person and swiftly brought Damon Hawke over, and even investigated the holess man’s background—truly a conscientious subordinate.
"You’re welco, it’s my duty," Chase Quinn replied respectfully.
Alia Miles curved her lips but said no more, waiting outside with Sarah Moore, feeling sowhat anxious.
Hopefully, this holess man can beco the new host.
Then Damon would be saved.
Soon, the suite door opened, Frost Moore stood at the entrance.
Alia Miles promptly asked, "Mr. Moore, how did it go?"
"That person can be the new host."
With these words, Alia’s spirits rose, eyes filled with excitent.
"Really? Mr. Moore, please quickly transfer Tom’s ’Gu’ to him."
Frost Moore glanced at her, "Miss Grant, though he’s a holess man, he hasn’t done anything wrong. Transferring the ’Gu’ to him doesn’t seem quite fair, does it?"
Hearing this, Alia Miles said, "Mr. Moore, don’t worry, we’ve checked his background. He indeed hasn’t done anything wrong but is a lone wanderer, without a ho. Sending him a beauty for the rest of his life as a reward isn’t a bad deal, is it?"
These words seem reasonable.
Frost Moore looked at her again, saying no more.
"Wait outside, Brooke, co in and help."
"Okay."
Sarah Moore responded, gave Alia a reassuring smile, and walked into the room with Frost Moore.
Alia Miles’s mind swirled, she clasped her hands, silently praying.
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