Chapter 59

Clara Rowan pushed several scripts toward Aria Bennett. "These are the recent offers. See if any interest you?"

Aria's eyes lit up as she picked up the top fantasy script. "I want to try for the female supporting role."

She had loved this character in her past life. Back then, the director had initially wanted her for the role, but Grant Mercer's interference led to it being snatched by an actress who had invested in the production. Unfortunately, that actress was later embroiled in a scandal, dragging the entire drama down with her.

Clara Rowan raised an eyebrow. "This character has a compelling dark turn. If done well, it could really stand out." He paused. "But the shooting schedule is long. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Aria replied without hesitation.

Seeing her determination, Clara Rowan nodded. "Alright, I'll talk to the director."

"Thanks, Clara!" Aria beamed.

Clara waved it off. "No need for thanks between us."

After finalizing the script, Aria also chose a high-end watch endorsement. Clara approved of her choices. "The livestream variety show you're on is currently the most-watched. Keep up the momentum for the next episode."

"Mission accepted!" Aria playfully saluted.

Just after lunch, Arthur Reed called.

"Aria, can you come to the Lowe residence right now?"

Without a second thought, Aria had her driver take her there.

In front of the Lowe family villa, Arthur was speaking with a refined middle-aged man. Spotting Aria, Arthur smiled and waved her over. "Aria, this is Walter Lowe, head of the Lowe family."

Walter Lowe froze when he saw her. This girl—wearing a ponytail, white T-shirt, and jeans—was the feng shui master Arthur had praised? This had to be a joke.

Though inwardly skeptical, Walter kept his expression neutral. "Miss Bennett, hello."

Aria immediately sensed his doubt but didn’t take offense. "Hello, Mr. Lowe."

Arthur quickly smoothed things over. "Aria's father was a master of metaphysics. She grew up immersed in this knowledge—her skills are impressive."

Still doubtful, Walter said, "Then, Miss Bennett, please take a look at the house first."

The ancestral home housed three generations of the Lowe family. Recently, misfortune had struck repeatedly: the elderly patriarch broke his leg, the second son was hit by falling debris, and the third son was in a car accident. Desperate, Walter had sought out a feng shui expert.

Aria pulled an ancient compass from her bag—a tool her father had left her for assessing energy flows.

After walking through the garden, the compass suddenly spun wildly near a flowerbed.

"Dig here," Aria pointed.

The servants hesitated but began digging. After half a meter with no findings, Walter frowned. "Should we keep going?"

Aria calculated silently. "Three more feet."

Miraculously, at exactly three feet, a shovel struck something hard.

A dirt-covered wooden box was unearthed. As a servant reached to open it, Aria stopped him sharply. "Don’t touch it!"

She took the box, using the compass to suppress the dark energy seeping from it, then slowly lifted the lid—

"Ah!" Arthur gasped.

Inside was a blackened, crimson heart.

"This is a cursed object made from a black dog’s heart," Aria said grimly. "Buried here, it slowly drains the family’s fortune—causing financial ruin at best, and at worst..."

She didn’t finish, but Walter’s face had already turned ashen.

"How long has it been buried?" His voice trembled.

Aria calculated again. "About six months. In the last two months, hasn’t the frequency of accidents increased?"

Walter’s legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed.