The One I Should've Married (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 135

Stella watched the video to the very end.

The shaman handed Beatrice a packet of powder, instructing her to make Stella drink it on the fifteenth.

With a sharp *clack*, Stella flipped the tablet face down.

A smile played on her lips. "Do you believe it?"

"I do!" Asher nodded firmly.

If you had asked him a few years ago, Asher never would have believed in something this supernatural.

But after witnessing the drastic shift in Stella's personality—and her sudden return to form—he was completely convinced.

He believed that such wicked magic truly existed in the world.

Stella's smile widened. "You're the second person to say they believe me."

"Was Sebastian the first?"

Stella gave a soft hum of confirmation. He was the first person to tell her he believed her.

At first, she thought he was just comforting her.

But seeing how often he visited the temples in Southeast Asia, she realized he truly believed it!

After all, the entity that possessed her was nothing like the real Stella.

Before Asher could speak, Stella asked, "Where did you put this camera?!"

"On Beatrice's bag. I had someone plant it the second she landed overseas."

With Xander currently held hostage, the fact that Beatrice still chose to leave the country was a massive red flag.

Asher wasn't about to take any chances.

"Excellent work," Stella praised.

Having Asher handle her affairs made everything effortlessly smooth.

"Just double my salary and we'll call it even!"

"Consider it tripled."

"Thank you, Ms. Channing."

Stella laughed.

Asher was ecstatic. He hadn't seen a raise in years; in fact, when Stella was possessed at the Sinclair house, she had actually cut his pay in half.

He had been harboring a lot of resentment back then.

But this triple salary instantly washed all of that away.

"So, what's our next move? The powder that shaman gave her looks incredibly potent."

Speaking of the potion!

Stella recalled drinking a glass of water before bed three years ago, only to wake up with Julian's hands around her throat.

She had no memory of anything that happened over those three years.

Looking back, the maid at the estate must have been bribed by Beatrice.

It really was potent dark magic!

Stella's lips curved into a cold smile. "What do we do? We watch her perform. Sometimes, watching a clown desperately try to keep their act together is highly entertaining."

Asher remained silent.

"But..."

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