The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 408: The Great Tribulation of the Zodiac Year

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: The Great Tribulation of the Zodiac Year

The girl was visibly startled by the comment, and the younger girl next to her looked at Scarlett Jennings with clear tension on her face.

"Scarlett, does my friend have some kind of problem?"

The other girl was also anxious. "Is something happening to my family?"

Scarlett looked at the girl and shook her head, "It won’t be your family facing trouble—it’s you."

As soon as these words were spoken, both girls gasped sharply, and the girl wearing a mask turned visibly pale.

Ashton Todd intervened to explain.

"From your face, it looks like you’ve been smooth-sailing up to the age of twenty-four. But after twenty-four, your Career Palace and Couple’s Palace, along with other representative positions, turn dim. This implies that in your twenty-fourth year, you’ll encounter a significant setback, and it might be tied to your life or health."

The girl turned even paler and instinctively gripped the phone in her hand, wrapped in a red case.

She was, of course, twenty-four years old this year.

And her outing with her best friend today was an excuse to celebrate her twenty-fourth birthday.

Ashton Todd elaborated further.

"The body represents health. While your Fate Palace isn’t entirely dim, the lines connecting various positions and your physical condition seem to faintly show breaks..."

Ashton hesitated before lowering his voice. "You might end up paralyzed."

In general, cases like this fall into two categories.

One is caused by illness, but you don’t show signs of significant hidden diseases, so it could only be an accident bringing misfortune.

Your face shows this calamity is imminent.

Considering your personal position and alignment, the train’s current direction clearly aligns with an ominous position for you.

Adding to that, your friend doesn’t show the same misfortune on her face, which means at least this accident won’t happen on this high-speed train.

That’s why I suggested you continue your trip home as soon as you disembark.

The girl, shocked by the prospect of paralysis, felt her legs weaken, nearly unable to stand. Her friend quickly grabbed her to steady her.

Frightened, she asked,

"We were heading to the neighboring city to attend a convention tomorrow. Is it possible something might happen over there? If we go back home now, will nothing happen to my friend?"

Ashton instinctively glanced at Scarlett Jennings. Although skilled in divination and face reading, he wasn’t entirely confident in mitigating calamities. Generally, he’d advise avoiding the disaster—and for safety, carrying a protective amulet could help.

But he didn’t have any amulets with him at the moment.

The talismans he borrowed from Scarlett Jennings earlier had almost all been used up, and he hadn’t yet replenished his supply.

"For safety, you can request a protective amulet to carry with you."

Ashton said this with practiced ease, turning to Scarlett Jennings. "Scarlett, since they’re your fans, they might as well ask for the talisman from you."

Scarlett immediately understood he was out of supplies just by hearing his words.

Without hesitation, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a triangularly folded talisman paper, handing it to the girl.

If Ashton hadn’t mentioned it earlier, Scarlett probably would’ve passed the talisman through Ashton instead.

Not for any other reason—since Ashton initiated the reading and the girl agreed to it, Mystical Sect’s rules dictate that the case belonged to Ashton. Unless initiated otherwise by Ashton or the girl, Scarlett wouldn’t interfere—but now made it convenient.

The girl received the amulet carefully and immediately stored it away before transferring money to the pair on the spot, expressing gratitude while preparing with her friend to disembark at the next station.

If they’d encountered someone saying such things randomly on the road, they might not have believed it.

But this was Scarlett Jennings’ classmate!

And since Scarlett endorsed it, there was no room for doubt.

She and her friend had both followed Scarlett’s series, "Inspiration," from start to finish—they were die-hard fans.

But still...

"That wizard also called Nathan White ’Senior,’ which means he’s probably a freshman like Scarlett, right? During the academy experience for new students, didn’t all those freshmen appear on-screen? Why do I feel like I’ve never seen him before?"

"They were so many—maybe you missed someone?"

"It was only twenty-eight freshmen. I’m not face-blind; I’m pretty good at recognizing people. Definitely didn’t miss anyone."

Her friend thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"I remember now! There was something about the academy accepting twenty-nine freshmen but only twenty-eight showing up. Might he be the one who didn’t show?"

"That’s probably it."

The girl facing her major calamity sighed, "I think he’s pretty incredible. If he missed his enrollment, maybe he was handling some important assignment."

"Yeah, definitely."

...

The two girls chatted as they disembarked and left. Onboard, Ashton Todd, who had just been enjoying the three hundred bucks deposited into his account, suddenly sneezed loudly.

Nathan White, sitting nearby, immediately asked softly, "Are you sick?"

Ashton casually rubbed his nose, "Nah, feeling totally fine. Probably just the air conditioning on the train being too cold."

He resumed looking at his three hundred bucks, and after indulging in the view, he skillfully transferred half to a welfare organization’s donation account.

Across from him, Scarlett Jennings was also in the middle of donating half of her earnings.

They were both immersed in their phones, unaware that, in this train car, a girl in a hat and mask had quietly walked over and taken the seat vacated by the two disembarked girls.

Beneath the brim of her gray hat, a pair of slightly somber eyes cautiously glanced at Scarlett Jennings across the aisle. There seemed to be a faintly unsettling glint in her eyes.

...

Meanwhile, the birthday girl who had left the train returned home, hauling her luggage all the way.

Her family was surprised to see her. "Weren’t you going to the convention for your birthday celebration? Why are you back?"

She told them about meeting Scarlett Jennings on the train. When they learned she’d spent three hundred on a fortune-telling session and three thousand on an amulet, her family criticized her, thinking she’d been scammed.

The girl fiercely defended herself, convinced her idol Scarlett wouldn’t deceive her.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy.

The next day, as she went downstairs to throw out the trash and walked back to her building, she suddenly felt a sharp stinging sensation on her leg, as if something scalded her.

She stopped abruptly to check her leg.

Just as she lowered her head, a flowerpot from above suddenly fell, landing squarely in front of her toes.

She was absolutely stunned.

Looking at the shattered fragments of the pot, she had no doubt that had she not paused, the pot would have hit her head directly.

She trembled as she reached out to touch the pocket where the talisman paper was kept—yet what she pulled out was a handful of black ash.

At this moment, there was no room left for doubt.

She had barely escaped death by the slimmest margin.

Her idol had saved her!

The girl, pale and shaken, quickly ran upstairs, eager to share her narrow escape with her friend. As she unlocked her phone, however, her attention was caught by a breaking news notification.

[Female attendee dies after jumping at convention site. Falling body nearly struck passersby...]

She instinctively clicked the notification and discovered the convention venue was at the very location she and her friend had been planning to visit. A cold shiver ran through her once again.

She had an eerie gut feeling: if she hadn’t followed the master and Scarlett’s advice to head home, today, the victim wouldn’t have nearly hit someone—it would’ve been a direct tragedy.

And the passerby who was struck might very well have been her...