Bound by Magic, Married by Fate novel Chapter 5

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A calculating smile played on Valerie's lips. "I had my reasons for luring them in." Before Everett could press for details, a sudden scream tore through the pounding music on the dance floor.

"I think someone just collapsed!" someone yelled.

The blaring music died mid-beat, and the revelers scrambled to the edges. A young woman crouched beside her unconscious partner, sobbing uncontrollably.

The nightclub staff hurriedly called for an ambulance.

Valerie slipped on her mask and walked toward the crowd. Dropping to her knees, she pressed two fingers against the patient's wrist.

His breathing was shallow, and his face was pale with a frightening purple hue. He might as well have been a dead man.

Still shaken, the young woman sobbed. "Wake up, Josh! Please don't scare me like this!"

"He's not dead, y'know?" Valerie snapped. "Stop crying!"

The young woman was so startled that she fell silent.

While checking his pulse, Valerie asked, "Does he have a heart condition?"

The young woman shook her head. "I… I don't know. He was having the time of his life on the dance floor. Then, he suddenly said that his chest felt tight.

"Before I could ask what was wrong, h-he collapsed."

Valerie didn't press further. She tore open the man's shirt, exposing his chest.

With a gentle flick of her pen, a set of fine silver needles dropped neatly into her palm. Under countless eyes, Valerie deftly drove the silver needles into the man's acupoints.

The noisy club fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone watched, transfixed, wondering what this slender, masked woman was doing.

Everett followed Valerie over and ordered the crowd, "Back up and let the air through! When's the ambulance getting here, Shawn?"

Shawn hurriedly responded, "Five minutes at most!"

Needle after needle found its mark until the man on the floor jerked and coughed, spitting a mouthful of blood. Gasps rippled through the onlookers. He inhaled sharply, confusion clouding his face as he looked around.

Just then, the wail of an ambulance echoed from outside the club. In less than three seconds, Valerie pulled out every silver needle from his pressure points.

The medics rushed in, asking about the man's condition. Helped to his feet, the man touched his chest. "I felt like I couldn't breathe earlier, but it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"That masked woman is obviously trained in medicine!" Someone gasped. "Hold on. Where is she?"

By the time it occurred to them to search for Valerie, she had vanished without a trace.

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The following day marked the 49th day since Melvin White's passing. According to the White family's tradition, when a patriarch died, the new head of the family would lead everyone to the family's private cemetery for the memorial rites.

The burial ground housed generations of Whites. Nestled against the mountains and with excellent geomancy, it had been chosen as an ideal resting place by several renowned geomancy experts for the White family.

The entrance to the cemetery was lined with over a hundred black luxury cars.

Dressed in somber black, Lucius led the procession, flanked by his trusted aides, Keane and Silas Fairchild, and 20 black-clad bodyguards following close behind.