Chapter 2 Who Says There's No Connection

The first-class cabin went nuts. Everyone stared at Fergus, asking, "Is he the big shot?"

Jessica was floored, thinking, 'This guy just got out of prison; how did he become a big shot?'

"Me?" Fergus was just as shocked. He didn't know anyone in Tarynville.

The flight attendant smiled and said, "Yes, you. Please..."

After a moment, Fergus got off the plane, while everyone was still in awe. At the airport, a burly middle-aged man approached him.

The man respectfully said, "I'm Xavier Quinn, the Thirteenth Envoy of Light from the Alliance of Illumination. Welcome to Tarynville, Mr. Yost!"

If locals saw this, they'd be stunned. Xavier was the underground big boss of Tarynville, known as Mr. Quinn. But no one knew he was part of the Alliance of Illumination.

Fergus finally got it. Stormwalker, who cleaned his cell in prison, had talked about the Alliance of Illumination. Stormwalker was even a leader. It must've been Daniel who had spread the word.

Shaking his head with a smile, Fergus thought these people would do anything to get on his good side.

He casually said, "Ask your men to withdraw and take me to Sophia."

After Fergus left, passengers started disembarking, all buzzing about who Fergus was.

Jessica, still uneasy, hung back. She approached the flight attendant, offering a gift. "Can you tell me who Mr. Yost is? And who sealed off the airport?"

The flight attendant, seeing the gift, said, "I don't know who Mr. Yost is or who sealed off the airport. But they were all in matching suits."

Xavier had everyone in uniform to make a big impression.

"Suits?" Jessica was even more confused. 'Could it be...'

Her eyes lit up. 'Does he escape from prison? Maybe they wore suits to hide their identities while capturing him. That must be it,' she thought.

At Westside Manor, Fergus saw a crowd at the gate and asked, "Why are there so many people?"

Xavier, thinking Fergus knew, explained. A year ago, Sophia, the daughter of the richest man, Hayden Johnson, got a strange illness, making her super sleepy. She started sleeping more than twelve hours a day, and now, she was only awake for two hours a day.

A month ago, Sophia fell into a coma and hadn't woken up since.

Xavier continued, "Recently, Hayden Johnson brought in a skilled person who said Sophia had lovesickness and was waiting for her destined one to wake her. So, all the unmarried men in the city came!"

"Half a month ago, this place was packed!"

Just then, a voice from inside said, "Time's up. Open the door!" The gate opened, and the men outside rushed in.

"You can go back. I'll check it out," Fergus said, getting out of the car. He walked through the manor and into the villa's living room. It was huge, about 2,150 square feet, and even with dozens of people, it didn't feel crowded.

In the center, a tired-looking middle-aged man sat on a sofa. He was the richest man, Hayden. To his left stood an elderly man in a clerical robe. To his right, a young man in a fancy suit looked very impressive.

"Walter Owens, let's start identifying the destined one," Hayden said weakly. Sophia's illness had worn him out over the past year.

Walter nodded, stepped forward, and scanned everyone's faces.

Muttering incantations, he said, "In the name of illumination, I summon the light of wisdom to dispel darkness and banish evil. May the fire of truth blaze, the sword of justice be revealed, and the shield of courage protect. Evil, you shall not hide beneath the light. Appear now, face judgment, and dissolve into radiance. May the power of the Alliance of Light endure alongside wisdom, with justice and peace prevailing."

After the incantation, he continued, "Now, each of you, prick your finger and drop a bit of blood into the bowl."

A servant came forward with a tray holding a bowl and a small knife.

Everyone eagerly pricked their fingers. Hayden had only one daughter, and marrying her meant instant success.

Fergus couldn't help but laugh. He had planned to see what was going on, but now, he had lost all interest. Determining a destined one should be done by reading a Natal chart.

Fergus thought, 'Using blood? Pure theatrics.'

"What are you laughing at?" Hayden snapped irritably. His daughter's illness had left him on edge, and now, someone dared to mock him.

Swish!

Everyone else also looked at Fergus.

Fergus stifled his laughter and said, "I'm laughing because this won't work; it will only worsen her condition and deepen her coma. Of course, if you drain all her blood, you might wake her up!"

"Attention-seeker!" a young man retorted coldly. "How dare you make baseless comments about the illness and talk nonsense? Do you think you're some miracle doctor?"

"Actually, I am," Fergus said nonchalantly. "Snake skin from the spring awakening, silk from two-year-old silkworms, rooster's head, all boiled together with May snow, to cure the illness completely."

Although Sophia had been likely drugged, this prescription could still cure her.

"Nonsense!" The young man became even more agitated. "Where to find snake skin in the awakening of spring? How do silkworms survive the winter? Where does snow come from in May? All these questions remain unanswered. If you dare to spout more nonsense, I'll cut out your tongue."

"Mr. Johnson, this person has been acting suspiciously since he walked in. I suggest we immediately throw him out of the house!"

Hayden's face darkened. He didn't believe Fergus either. Renowned doctors from all over couldn't cure Sophia; how could an ordinary person with a random prescription do it?

But he didn't want to miss any chance.

Hayden slowly looked at Walter for his opinion.

Walter snorted. "This charlatan is just spouting nonsense. Mr. Johnson, can't you see that? I can tell at a glance that he has no connection with Ms. Johnson. Throw him out!"

Hayden felt a bit disappointed and said coldly, "Throw him out!"

Several bodyguards quickly approached.

"Wait!" Fergus raised his hand to stop them, smirking. "Idiot, how do you know I have no connection with Sophia?"

At these words, everyone laughed. This guy failed to grandstand and now was trying to argue!

"Shut up! How dare you be disrespectful to Walter! You're asking for it!" The young man was ready to fight.

"How dare you be so rude!" Hayden was also furious. Mr. Walter was here to treat his daughter, not to be insulted.

Walter Owens raised his hand, signaling them not to act rashly. He stared at Fergus, stepping forward, and said coldly, "Although my skills are limited, I have a fifty-year career."

"I became interested in this field at three, started systematic learning at eight."

"Started divination at sixteen."

"I can see through astrological charts and tarot readings at a glance. I can tell at a glance that you have no connection with Ms. Johnson. Do you dare to question my professional ability?"

Fergus casually picked up a prenuptial agreement and held it in front of him, "Then take a closer look. Is this what you call no connection?"