Chapter 149

Roman Vale's father clutched his phone, his hands trembling slightly.

Just half an hour ago, he had been on the call with his son. Roman had been complaining irritably, "That Blackwell heiress is making trouble again, insisting on marrying into our family."

Who could have imagined such a turn of events?

Aria Bennett exchanged a glance with Damian Cross.

"Roman uncovered something yesterday," Damian said in a low voice. "Miss Blackwell bribed someone close to him."

"She found out he planned to send her to prison," Aria continued. "So she struck first."

The elder Vale's cane struck the floor with a resounding thud.

"The Blackwells!"

No one could have guessed that the car accident over a decade ago had also been orchestrated by the Blackwell heiress.

"Miss Bennett," the elder Vale's voice quivered, "Roman, he..."

"I'll prepare some Qi Tonic." Aria retrieved a porcelain vial from her bag. "Consider it a favor to Damian."

The Vale family collectively exhaled in relief. They had just witnessed Aria's capabilities firsthand.

"Thank you," the elder Vale said solemnly. "The Vales won't forget this."

Aria nodded and turned to press lightly on several acupoints along Roman's body.

"He's waking up."

No sooner had she spoken than Roman's lashes fluttered on the hospital bed.

The entire room held its breath.

"What... happened?" Roman's voice was hoarse.

Damian quickly summarized the situation.

Roman's expression darkened. "No wonder I dreamed of that madwoman!"

The hysterical accusations in his dream now seemed utterly repulsive.

"Just the work of a brood parasite," Aria said calmly.

Roman grabbed her hand. "Master Bennett, give me another talisman!"

Aria chuckled but handed him a protective charm.

"Keep it safe this time."

Roman clutched it like a treasure, immediately feeling lighter.

"Come to my company in a few days to pick a thank-you gift," he said earnestly.

Aria smiled in agreement.

As they left the hospital room, Damian's phone suddenly rang.

"The production crew just notified us," he said, glancing at his screen. "Filming starts in three days."

Aria arched a brow. It seemed the Blackwells' days of peace were numbered.