Chapter 1064: Chapter 1062: The Elder Chapter 1064: Chapter 1062: The Elder For a long time, due to the time difference, it seemed that this aspect had been truly neglected.
Business dealings with Lady Cecilia were before receiving the Invitation, which subconsciously made one feel that there wouldn’t be any connection between the two.
But now it seems, this world probably had more than one predecessor, and the remnants of the Transcendents weren’t one or two items; with the influence of numerous Transcendents, one’s thoughts should probably be more open.
Initially seeking me out for consultancy might have just been a form of venting suppressed behavior, a tiny intertwining of fate amongst eccentrics.
But later, suddenly viewing me as a breakthrough for this false world, even taking to stakeouts in the neighboring city, was after I became inhuman.
The most important point, among the initial consultancy business, Lady Cecilia had mentioned that she was the so-called family heir, even when there were other more suitable candidates available.
This kind of treatment, akin to that of a TV drama protagonist, along with the notion of sitting on a vast family fortune without lifting a finger, added quite a bit of trouble to her life.
Not to mention her psychological process, based on what I’ve seen at Silver Mist Manor, her experience is so strikingly similar to Miss Liushuang’s.
This somewhat special inheritance isn’t to say it doesn’t exist, but the probability of it appearing right before my eyes is a bit too high, making one can’t help but ponder the reasons behind it.
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In the flow of images, Fu Qian had already returned to the living room of his home.
Several days had passed, and everything was as usual.
Outside it was deep into the night, the stars twinkling through the window, illuminating the path to my feet.
Reaching out for a card, a special strand of purple, both the material and craftsmanship were exquisite; it was the business card Lady Cecilia left behind last time.
As for the content on it, it was very simple, apart from a name, there was an email address, devoid of any titles, showing the demeanor of a boss.
However, before sending out the business card, someone had added a string of phone numbers with a pen at the bottom, instantly destroying most of the supposed design, even starting to seem like an ad desperately seeking heirs.
It was clear that Lady Cecilia truly hoped that I would contact her, and at the same time, her mental state wasn’t all that great.
This prank-like behavior, similar to the hidden placement of the business card, was also a form of subconscious rebellion, I guess.
Speaking of which, it seems I’m still her personal advisor.
Eyeing the two forms of contact, after silently analyzing the employer’s condition, Fu Qian put the business card back, choosing neither.
Because just now, a better option had appeared.
From the twinkling orbs in my consciousness, Fu Qian had found Lady Cecilia’s voice.
See, no need for any phone charges.
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So, it’s still real-time communication, did Lady Cecilia get up this early?
Indeed, ever since she fell ill with a mental disorder, she seemed to have more spirit.
After answering the call, a scene abruptly unfolds before me.
In a bedroom, no larger than the space where I sleep, my employer Lady Cecilia stood by a partially opened curtain, gazing motionlessly at the sunrise outside.
It really didn’t seem like a place where a female tycoon would live.
Even in Fu Qian’s eyes, the necessity of the curtain was debatable, mainly because the size of the window seemed claustrophobic even for a rabbit to live in.
But Fu Qian didn’t think that Lady Cecilia was lying; although the room was excessively small, from the few belongings it had, all of them were incongruously opulent.
It looked more like a prison built by a wealthy person for themselves to experience.
As for why she did that, Fu Qian suddenly understood…
Lady Cecilia probably didn’t want to continue “performing” while asleep.
Although I didn’t know if it would help, this place was where she gave herself a room to rest.
Even with such a secret layout, Lady Cecilia still seemed unsatisfied.
Under the dim light, probably having just woken up, she was still in her pajamas, which were so conservative they were almost comical, the exposed skin even less than what she wore during the day.
My employer was not as carefree as she seemed on the surface.
Of course, these were all irrelevant details; the only thing Fu Qian was curious about was why, on this early morning, she would call me just to watch the sunrise?
Sigh…
In the midst of confusion, a long sigh came through.
I saw Lady Cecilia sit down, propping her chin with her hand, her face openly troubled.
“Good morning, Mr. Advisor!”
The next moment, she even greets me listlessly.
To be honest, the volume of her voice was certainly beyond that of talking to oneself, as if she was truly speaking to someone.
“I’ve run into some trouble, woke up a bit late today.”
“As my personal advisor, is there a way for you to turn back time by ten minutes, no–twenty minutes earlier?”
“I haven’t finished changing my clothes.”
So that’s it!
This series of jump-cut statements, Fu Qian glanced at the long dress hanging nearby, and immediately understood.
Is she afraid she’s been changing clothes before dawn? Woke up late today and the brightness was a bit high, then froze?
The condition is indeed serious.
In her eyes, there might be cameras pointed at her from every direction, from heaven to earth.
This should also be why Lady Cecilia is talking to herself–she believes that as one of the audience, I must be able to hear.
Of course, the latter half of her statement was correct, just not in the way she thought.
However, such a time-reversing wish, she should know it’s very difficult to do, right?
As a personal advisor, I can only try my best.
Maintaining the stability of the connection to the utmost, the next moment Fu Qian’s hand flickered with blue light, the Clear Dream Ring activated.
Remote Hypnosis, such advanced skill, I had really never tried it before.
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The Dream realm invariably opened, being the only member within, and also the Master of the Dream Realm, Fu Qian was gratified to find that the connection with Lady Cecilia wasn’t cut off, even after his will fully merged into the Dream.
Carefully tightening the scope of the Dream, Fu Qian tried to convey thoughts to his employer in the state of being the Master of the Dream Realm.
It seems to really be possible!
Quickly thereafter, Fu Qian realized the core of the Dream construction seemed to have a new potential target for transfer.
Even after doing so, the dream before him also began to show a thread of dawn.
The Dream formed in this way was more like a chaotic patchwork of several scenes, its binding force not as strong as in face-to-face situations; if it was a Transcendent, they might easily break free.
Luckily his employer was not that fortunate.
While carefully controlling the depth of her entry into the dream, Fu Qian silently assessed the effects.
Feeling that the situation was about right, he snapped his fingers with flair.
The next moment, the sky, which was almost fully lit, turned overcast with dark clouds in the blink of an eye, much like nightfall.
Visibility in Lady Cecilia’s room also dropped precipitously.