Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 863: Heaven’s Secrets Must Not Be Revealed
Leah knew that Justin Xavier always stood out in a crowd, drawing the gazes of those women, but she never expected Charmaine’s eyes to be so sharp, seeing everything.
"Leah!" At this moment, Charmaine mysteriously took out a book and winked ambiguously at Leah, "Come, I feel like my Serena has no talent for this, but you’re different. This is a treasure that our boss lady treasures dearly, and now I’m giving it to you. To keep a man like your love interest, bedroom skills are essential. Take it back and study it well. With your talent, I guarantee you’ll master it in no time."
This was the secret manual Seraphina Linden had painstakingly acquired, not given to Serena Sterling, but now passed to Leah Thorne.
Leah, "..."
...
Leah rushed out, declaring that she couldn’t provoke this, couldn’t handle it!
At this moment, a maid approached, handing over a wallet, "Miss Thorne, this wallet was left by the gentleman who just came looking for you, please return it to him."
Leah glanced down; it was Justin Xavier’s wallet.
He had left it here earlier.
Leah reached out and took the wallet, "Alright, I will return it to him."
"Thank you, Miss Thorne." The maid left.
Leah lowered her feathered lashes like a dense comb and opened his wallet. She soon paused because she saw a photo inside his wallet.
It was a very small photo, from a long time ago, hidden in the inner pocket of his wallet.
In the photo... was her.
Looking at the photo of her younger self, Leah was momentarily lost, for she hadn’t seen the girl in the photo for many years.
Back then, she was still the cherished daughter of the Thorne family, wearing a bright red sweater, her hair braided like a princess, beaming radiantly in the bright sunlight, more charming than a flower.
Back then, she was still very young, her family hadn’t fallen apart, she hadn’t been wandering destitute, nor had she been heartbroken.
Back then, there was no Justin Xavier in her life.
How did he have a photo of her from her childhood?
Why did he cherish a photo of her from her childhood?
When a man keeps a woman’s photo in his wallet all the time, what does that mean?
Could it be that he loves her?
Could his love have even come earlier than hers?
For years, Leah always thought he didn’t love her, that all his affection for her was just to destroy, but last time in Bayside, she was puzzled.
Now, she’s even more puzzled.
She thinks she’s found the answer.
...
Serena Sterling hid outside for a moment, then she heard a voice from outside, "Fortune telling, fortune telling, I’m Master Zayne, the 180th generation descendant of XX sect, only telling fortunes to those with fate."
Serena opened the window and looked downstairs.
Downstairs stood an old monk, in tattered clothes, yet having the appearance of a sage—it was Master Zayne.
At this moment, Master Zayne looked up at Serena, "This benefactor, you and I have fate. I can give you a divination."
Serena slowly hooked her red lips, her bright, clear eyes sparkling. She had heard stories about this old charlatan Master Zayne in many tales and hadn’t expected to run into him now.
Alright, let’s have a divination then!
Master Zayne was invited up and sat face to face with Serena.
Master Zayne chuckled, "Lady benefactor, I wandered here and have fate in your destiny. Now I can give you a marriage divination, how about it? My divination is very cheap, just a little gold is needed."
Quite fond of money.
Serena smiled with arched eyes, "As the proverb says, those who are destined to meet will meet even across a thousand miles. Light gold won’t do, I’ll definitely prepare a hefty reward."
Master Zayne’s eyes sparkled with dollar signs, wanting to give Serena a thumbs up, such a considerate child!
"Lady benefactor, then I will give you a divination now..."
Serena suddenly waved her little hand, she said, "Master, I don’t want a divination for myself. I want a divination for someone else. I want to know about Uncle Hayden and Aunt Yara’s future."
Master Zayne was stunned, shaking his head, "This is a secret of heavens, unspeakable."
"Fine, then let me change it, Master. Can you tell me where Hayden Crawford is right now?"
Master Zayne was again stunned, shaking his head, "This is also a secret of heavens, unspeakable."
The bright fragments in Serena’s eyes suddenly turned sharp, and she slammed the table, snorting sweetly, "You, high-ranking monk, you have no sincerity at all. This you can’t say, that you can’t say either. Are you a charlatan cheating people?"
Master Zayne looked at the suddenly changed-face Serena and was stunned. This... it’s true what they say, women’s faces change faster than books. Master Zayne was so surprised, he felt Serena gave him a vivid lesson.
"Someone, see the guest out!"
See the guest out?
Master Zayne couldn’t believe it, feeling that all his life of schemes and learned skills, he hadn’t even displayed them in front of Serena Sterling, and he was already being sent away?
He’s a high monk!
And now he’s in vain!
At this moment, Cherie spoke up, "Master, please leave immediately."
"This..."
"Oh right, my lady said, we can’t let the master come in vain, as you leave, we’ll gift you something."
Master Zayne’s eyes lit up again, he knew what he was saying, a wise child, truly a wise child!
Cherie took something out, when Master Zayne saw it, it was... a tape.
Cherie laughed, "Master, my lady said, given that it’s the secret of heavens, it shouldn’t be revealed. Those who reveal secrets surely have shortened life. My lady is kind-hearted, afraid you’ll die early, so she gifts you this tape. Use it to seal your mouth, avoid talking carelessly in the future."
"..."
...
Master Zayne was kicked out of Phoenix Plume Pavilion, he was really furious, unbelievable, he spent his life telling fortunes, and he was tricked by this Alani lady!
It’s true what the master said, the world is hard to raise both women and villains!
Then Master Zayne saw an extended luxury business car slowly approaching, the windows didn’t roll down, hiding the people inside.
Master Zayne smiled, truly delightful.
Wife’s debt, husband pays.
Master Zayne immediately rushed over, quite exhibiting a potential for staging an accident.
The screeching sound of brakes rang, the driver’s side window rolled down, and the driver’s face looked unpleasant, saying, "Old monk, can’t you watch where you’re walking? Do you have a death wish?"
Master Zayne smiled apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, I won’t die now. I’ve roughly estimated I can live another hundred years, not more."
Saying so, Master Zayne moved to the rear window, extending his chubby hand to knock on the window, eagerly marketing himself, "Benefactor, seeing as you and I have fate today, I can give you a marriage divination."
It was silent in the back seat—no sound at all.
