Her Seven Little Bodyguards

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As they talked, another kid approached with a set of papers, pens, and a box. The kid held the stationery out to

them in a polite manner. Vania was somewhat hesitant at first—this wasn't what she had expected. Hanson pulled

his credit card out and tossed it into the box. "This box won't be able to fit the questions that we'd like to ask."

The child bowed before responding in a respectful tone. "Please wait for a moment, Sir and Madam." Our research

was right—this fortune teller loves nothing more than money, Larry thought to himself. I bet he's just a huge

scammer. As expected, the kid went in and came back out of the room in less than ten seconds after taking the

credit card. "Sir, Madam, please follow me in. The boss would like you guys to take a seat inside."

The kid led them to a stand-alone tea pavilion that looked a hundred times more luxurious than the musty

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basement they had been waiting in earlier. It was evident that they were being treated like VIPs. Vania and the rest

had just sat down when an old man with a beard walked toward them. He was dressed in the typical outfit of a

fortune teller, and he walked around with a heavy aura of a wealthy man.

His voice had a slight accent, but his words made him sound like an influential person. "Did all of you travel such

long distances just to search for The Great Chemist?" he asked. Hanson didn't bother to go around in circles—he

was direct and honest with his reply. "Yes."

The fortune teller poured his guests some tea. Of course, the regular customer wouldn't receive the same

treatment, but the four of them were the first customers who had ever offered a fee of 10 million just for their

fortunes to be told. Before the fortune teller could say anything else, Hanson gave his assistant a look. Larry

instantly pulled out another bank card before waving it around in front of the fortune teller.

The fortune teller eyed the card greedily, and he was about to reach out to grab it when Larry kept it away. "It isn't

that easy to earn my boss' money." This was a strong statement, and it made the fortune teller's hands shudder a

little. He figured that the 10 million he got earlier was the only sum that came easily for him.

Larry couldn't help but sneer to himself when he saw the look on the fortune teller's face. How dare he call himself

a fortune teller? He's clearly a scammer. "You were right. We came here in search of The Great Chemist. The 10

million we gave you was just a welcome gift. We have another 10 million in this card if your predictions are right."

Larry pushed the card closer to the fortune teller as he spoke.

He made his point clear—if the fortune teller could tell them what they wanted to know, then he'd be able to get

another 10 million. The fortune teller's eyes were filled with shock. He had earned a lot through this business in the

past years but had never made such a large sum in such a short amount of time. Even though the money was right

before his eyes, he was afraid to reach out and take it. He was sure that he couldn't afford to offend these people in

front of him, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at them.

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"You don't have to worry about anything, master. You can be honest, and my boss will be receptive to anything you

say," Larry continued with a smirk. "If things go well, then we'll give you the 10 million after everything's over." The

fortune teller was just about to nod and take the card, but his limbs jolted with fear after he heard Larry's last

sentence. He immediately dropped the gold card back onto the table.

Thud. The card fell back onto the coffee table. Its sound was deafening and sharp in the quiet room. Soon after

that, Larry let out a scoff. "This 10 million might belong to someone else if you can't give us the answer we want,"

he warned.

The fortune teller could hear the threatening tone in Larry's voice, and beads of cold sweat began to form on his

skin as he was too terrified at that moment. I don't know how to tell one's fortune at all! I just used The Great

Chemist's name to gain some fame. I've seen a lot of people in the past, and I've learned to observe a thing or two.

I usually just say something that I think they might want to hear based on my observations!

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