Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 209: Monk Anaro In Danger?

To say that Lana’s heart was not stirred would be a blatant lie.

In truth, she was so deeply moved that the words agree immediately hovered on the tip of her tongue.

From a wealthy person’s perspective, a local police unit might seem insignificant, barely worth mentioning. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But Lana came from a future that had already shown her the cruel turns of reality, and she knew exactly how terrifyingly powerful a local police unit could become.

They don’t stay small forever...

In the future, police units would slowly lose their effectiveness against ghosts. One by one, many would collapse or become obsolete.

Yet the few that survived and successfully transformed themselves would grow beyond imagination, some even evolving independently into mercenary groups.

Those units would form connections spanning the entire country. With such a network, investing in real estate nationwide would become effortless.

And more importantly, her revenge plan depended on connections.

As long as she could build ties strong enough to deal with her future enemies, that alone would mark the highest point she could reach in this life.

Lana was not someone with grand ambitions of ruling the world. Yet to claim she wanted to waste her rebirth would be laughable.

Now, she was a mystic cultivator and a talisman practitioner. If she could form bonds with higher authorities and own properties across the country, no, eventually across the world, then there was a strong possibility she would reach the pinnacle of her life.

From that height, she could assist Lucian in taking revenge against his family and, at the same time, teach the Almond family a lesson they would never forget.

Even so, Lana knew one thing clearly.

Connections or not, enemies will still come for me.

She had already stepped into this life-and-death game. Retreat was no longer an option.

If she could not avoid suppression, then she would become strong enough to ensure that no one could suppress her ever again.

Her thoughts drifted back to Xila City, to how the Almond family had used a single sentence to make sure she could not even rent a house there.

That incident alone spoke volumes about their influence and also highlighted how insignificant she had been back then. It was precisely because of that humiliation that she had sworn to repay them one day.

Money alone would never be enough.

She needed power, authority, and a mindset that looked far ahead.

’I also need my own city.’

By the time that day came, she would desperately require connections with higher authorities.

If she sponsored a police station now and nurtured it slowly, allowing it to grow and spread its influence throughout the city, then one day, when she finally established her own city, that same police unit might stand at its peak within her territory.

In that way, both her city and her influence would prosper together.

The more Lana thought about it, the more her heartbeat quickened. Everything aligned perfectly with her current vision.

Taking a slow breath, she lifted her gaze toward Naina and spoke decisively, "I want to meet the person behind this proposal."

Naina’s eyes lit up instantly. "Alright."

She leaned forward eagerly. "When are you free?"

Dates were exchanged quickly, and an appointment was fixed for a week later. Once that was settled, Lana casually asked about her own situation. Naina frowned briefly before waving it off.

"The company’s doing great," she said, then sighed dramatically. "But recently, people have been flattering me so much that I’m starting to wonder if I should just hug your thigh and cling to you for life."

She said it half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Lana burst into laughter, the tension melting away. "You really know how to joke."

Inside, Naina smiled faintly. From Lana’s perspective, she was merely the young mistress of a wealthy family.

In reality, Naina was planning to sever herself completely from that family one day. For now, she chose not to mention it, and Lana did not probe further.

They shared a relaxed, meaningful dinner before parting ways.

On the way back, Lana’s phone rang. The screen displayed an unknown number.

’Who could this be?’

After a moment’s hesitation, she answered the call.

An unfamiliar male voice came through, cautious yet urgent. "Am I speaking with Lana?"

"Yes," Lana replied, her tone steady.

"There’s been a major incident at a public temple owned by Monk Anaro," the man continued. "A huge fight broke out. Monk Anaro is severely injured. You need to come immediately."

Lana froze.

Injured?

Monk Anaro possessed healing abilities of his own. Under normal circumstances, he should have been able to heal himself.

Then why...?

There was no time to overthink. She immediately headed toward the public temple. The thought of a trap crossed her mind, but she dismissed it just as quickly.

’If it’s a trap, I’ll only know once I arrive anyway.’

Upon reaching the temple grounds, she carefully scanned her surroundings. The air carried the heavy scent of incense mixed with an undercurrent of panic.

After confirming that nothing seemed overtly wrong, she moved deeper inside, all while discreetly informing the driver of her location, just in case.

Only then did she make her way to Monk Anaro’s room.

The moment she arrived, she was met with a crowd of anxious faces. Murmurs filled the space, overlapping and chaotic. Lana’s ears rang slightly.

’Just this morning, I was thinking of coming here to give him talismans...’

The irony left her momentarily speechless.

Still, she stepped forward and addressed the crowd firmly, "Please leave. I know Monk Anaro."

Her words carried authority. Almost instantly, the people parted, clearing a path for her.

Lana walked straight in.

One glance was enough for her to understand why Monk Anaro had not healed himself. He lay unconscious, his breathing faint and uneven.

He was in a coma. Stranger still, he had not been taken to any hospital.

Confusion flickered in her eyes.

She then turned her attention to the man sitting beside the bed. He appeared to be in his late fifties, robust and healthy, his build hovering somewhere between plump and solid.

Lana did not linger on assessing him.

"Who are you?" she asked calmly.