Tiana Thorne sensed sothing was off in her heart.
She suddenly called out to her third brother, not out of gossip, but because she had a bad premonition. If it were soone else, she could have figured out the reason why.
But fatefully, it was her third brother.
She couldn’t foresee the fate of her family.
Although she couldn’t figure it out, having been with her third brother for so long, she had never seen him so anxious about anything. If sothing really happened to Uncle Hawthorne, she feared this premonition would grow stronger.
Perhaps there was an imminent danger proliferating in the dark; she had promised to protect her brother and wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
Now, the only solution was to address the source of his anxiety, Uncle Hawthorne’s issue.
With this in mind, she seriously asked, "I heard from my third brother that Uncle Hawthorne was kind to him."
Julian Ford knew that her third brother referred to the sixth sibling: "Isaac owes Uncle Hawthorne a great debt of gratitude."
It all happened on Isaac Ford’s seventh birthday.
The Ford couple had always been low-key, inviting only their closest friends to their children’s birthday parties.
At that ti, Heath Hawthorne was young and energetic, a childhood friend of the father, naturally invited to attend.
Before this, the father was involved in a fierce comrcial rivalry. Initially, he was equally matched with Seth Zane, but the opponent resorted to illicit ans to defeat him early, even causing so deaths.
When the father discovered this, he found substantial evidence, leading to Seth Zane’s arrest by the police and his sentencing to death.
Seth Zane’s wife couldn’t accept the shock, committing suicide shortly after Seth’s death.
Two months after this incident, on Isaac’s seventh birthday, his parents, who loved their child dearly, held a celebration for him.
Unexpectedly, that night Seth Zane’s father, Sandy Zane, broke into the villa. Having lost his son, he wanted Isaac’s father to suffer the sa loss.
While Isaac was alone, he struck with a heavy blow, swinging a large knife towards him.
Luckily, Heath Hawthorne was introducing his daughter to Isaac and leaped over to save him.
Isaac was unhard, but Heath Hawthorne’s right hand was severed, leaving him disabled for life.
This incident also had a profound impact on Isaac. He didn’t want to go into business; he wished to be soone who could punish evil and promote good. His initial dream was to beco a policeman.
He began demanding strict standards for himself, taking on a concealed identity as a bodyguard, enduring many hardships, only to eventually establish the Six Gates and beco the Sect Leader, a person to be revered.
After hearing what the second brother had to say, Tiana Thorne suddenly understood why Isaac cared so much about responsibility. When he was a bodyguard, he was rely a guardian for her, but it was his duty, more so a sense of mission.
That’s why he sotis appeared so humble. It wasn’t about his background but rather the long, tough journey he’d endured. When he first beca a bodyguard, he must have suffered many grievances, right?
The comrcial world is inherently ruthless. If his father had conceded back then, they would have gone bankrupt, and the children would be out on the streets.
That’s why she felt no sympathy for the Zane family mbers.
"Uncle Hawthorne not only influenced him but is also the person he most respects," Julian Ford said.
Tiana Thorne’s voice softened, "He’s endured so much hardship; now he’s the Sect Leader of Six Gates, yet he hasn’t lost his original intent."
Why are all her brothers so excellent?
"He might not be in a great mood these days."
Tiana knew this, but she was more worried about Heath Hawthorne. If that ominous premonition ca from him, she didn’t know what might happen next.
After a few seconds of silence, she asked again, "When he went to the hospital, couldn’t they find the cause?"
"No."
Tiana found the topic too heavy. She blinked her eyes, curled her lips, her voice sweet and soft, "Brother, can you help ? Take to Uncle Hawthorne’s ho; I want to et the savior of my third brother."
Julian chuckled lowly, his voice very seductive.
As if she could see her cunning little fox’s smile through the screen, he lightly curled his lips, "Do you act coquettishly like this when you need sothing from your eldest brother, huh?"
His voice sounded sowhat dangerous, yet lovingly indulgent.
Tiana gave a mischievous smile, "Second brother~"
"Alright, alright, I’ll help you."
"It needs to be quick, co up with sothing." She feared if they delayed, sothing bad might happen.
Julian pondered for a mont; after a while, his voice suddenly chid in, "I thought of a way, but Tiana, you’ll have to pretend to be a fortune teller."
"A fraud?"
Next to her, May Sloane: "..."
Pfff, that title...
She chuckled; why pretend when Tiana is naturally great at fortune-telling?
"Uncle Hawthorne has always been keen on studying feng shui, and he firmly believes in fortune-telling. If you’re a fortune teller, you wouldn’t need to take you to the Hawthorne estate."
What a coincidence!
She actually was a fortune teller.
Smiling wickedly, she asked, "When?"
"I’ll make a phone call to plant the seed, let him find soone to perform a divination, see if he’s affected by any negative aura, and then you can appear." Julian said.
"Second brother, you’re quite the director for coming up with this."
Julian laughed lightly, sowhat devilish, his voice still hoarse, "To avoid being exposed as a fake fortune teller, I’ll first tell you so stories about Uncle Hawthorne, so he doesn’t feel deceived."
Tiana toyed with May’s hair, raising an eyebrow, "Isn’t that still deceit?"
"You could also view it as putting his mind at ease," he said.
"What you said is true. Sotis, solace works better than dication. You don’t need to tell anything else. If I ntion how he saved my third brother, that’ll make him believe ."
"Alright."
Tiana said, "Then I’ll hang up and go get ready first."
"Okay."
After hanging up the call, Tiana’s ten fingers danced like she was playing the piano, moving up and down: "I’m getting a bit impatient now~"
May quickly extended her hands, smiling obediently, "Tiana, tell , tell , let know when I’ll make a fortune."
"Tell you?"
"Yes."
Tiana generously agreed, placing her fingers on May’s wrist. With one look, she knew it was extraordinary.
"The Red Luan star has moved!"
"Huh?" May looked at her confused, a bit skeptical, "I’ve always liked Finn Pierce, hasn’t the Red Luan star always been moving?"
"This ti it’s different. It used to be one-sided; now it’s mutual. Beauty, your true love is coming."
May suddenly felt sad, withdrew her hand, bit her lip, "Isn’t it my Finn Pierce?"
"No, forget about him; Finn Pierce won’t fall for you."
May: "...You’re a bit heart-piercing."
Tiana confidently added again, "There’s absolutely no chance he’ll fall for you."
May cried, "...You’re not just piercing my heart, you’re trying to murder your manager!"
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