Hypnotist? Tamara frowned. Will it work? I never believed in professions like those. They seem... evil. After all, it's a dangerous method as they'll establish a mental bridge with the patient and peer into the patient's true thoughts. Sloan is the head of state right now, and his mind is filled with many secrets. There'll be trouble if someone with malicious intentions delves into his mind. I doubt my son didn't think of the risks if I did. So, since he's making that request, perhaps he had thought things through. Still, I should clarify the situation with him.
Thus, she said, “This method is too risky. Your father has just been initiated into his position, and his superiors have transferred many confidential matters to him. His mind is currently filled with dozens of top-secret information. Meanwhile, a top international hypnotist can establish a mental bridge with another person's mind and learn everything inside. I'm worried someone with malicious intent will exploit the opportunity to steal those secrets.”
Raiden fell into silence.
A few minutes later, he spoke. “Then I'll ask a hypnotist who abides by professional ethics for help. For example, the number one international hypnotist, Ethereal. Her whereabouts are hard to pin, and she's supposedly an eccentric person who never interacts with the public. It's unlikely a person like her will peek into a person's mind to search for secrets and leak them. I'm certain of it.”
Tamara furrowed her eyebrows even tighter. Ethereal? Does that person really exist? I heard she's skilled at hypnosis and even knows how to perform the long-lost dream-making technique. However, all of it is just rumors. No one has ever seen her before. Thus, many thought the name was curated. As rumors spread, she was eventually elevated to a mystical status.
When her train of thought ended, she asked, “Can you contact this person?”
Raiden nodded.
Technically, he couldn't, but he could ask Bailey about it since the latter was a know-it-all. She has definitely heard of that name before.
Then, he suggested, “Give me a few days. I'll try to contact her. Meanwhile, you should avoid going to Hallsbay and stay at Dellmoor to take care of Father.”
In response, Tamara narrowed her eyes. Lettie is still in Hallsbay. I have to go there. What if he sends her to prison? Wait, now that I think about it, Lettie is already pregnant with her test-tube baby. Even if she's sent to prison, they'll discover her pregnancy and release her, anyway. In that case, I should prioritize Sloan. After all, he's the pillar and head of the Fletcher family. If he goes down, his political enemies will swarm us and swallow our family. This is a critical period, so we can't afford any mistakes. One wrong move and our whole family will crumble beyond repair. “Fine. Then I'll stay in Dellmoor while you contact that hypnotist. Convince her to travel here and treat your father.”
...
Meanwhile, Yvette entered the study inside a Tarragon's branch and sneaked toward Artemis, who was resting on the couch.
She arrived next to the coffee table and tried to touch his handsome face before he slapped her.
Moments later, an iron hoop was placed around her neck.
Casually, Artemis ambled to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of red wine for himself, and took a few sips. “Don't you know I'm an assassin who survived a special training regimen on the training base? You should consider yourself lucky that I didn't kill you when you intruded upon my privacy while I was resting. Next time, knock on the door before you step in. Don't ignore my warning. While I may be lax with you because of your identity, it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Rules are rules, and I'm still the leader of Tarragon. So, you must treat me as how my subordinates would and follow the rules of the organization. Do you understand me?”
She sighed in her heart. I thought he had recovered his memory. It turns out he's just angry that I have disturbed him. Honestly, it's my fault. I know skilled assassins like him have sharp senses and are vigilant, yet I approached him so carelessly. “I'm sorry. There's a matter I need to speak to you about, so I forgot to mind my manners. I won't repeat the same mistake again.”
In response, Artemis turned his cold, bloodthirsty gaze away and kept his distance from her. I don't want to play this game with her anymore. Some things shouldn't be done more than once. It'll be an insult to my darling if I do it again. “What's the matter?”
Yvette nodded and informed, “Mr. Doyle is asking you when you're planning to attack the Saviors. The Saviors assaulted a few of Tarragon's branches over the past few days. If we don't take action soon, our organization will suffer immense losses.”
The edges of his lips curved upward. Has he run out of patience already?
Artemis sneered, “Haven't I already issued a global kill order? As far as I know, plenty of assassins have tried to take that woman's life. However, they all failed because she had many factions protecting her. What, are you asking me to take care of her personally?”
His words stumped Yvette. “O-Of course not. However, it's been days since we arrived at Hallsbay. Shouldn't you be taking action? It's not good to drag this out.”
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