From Ashes To Queen Now I Call The Shots (Scarlett) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 The Hypnotist’s Gate

“You lost me a bit, but I can tell you’re truly professional, Ms. Lane,” Roberto said with an easy nod. Whil you treating my father, I feel completely at case.

Scarlett’s hand rested on the doorknob,

“Hypnosis involves privacy and requires a highly controlled environment. You can’t come in.

Roberto took two steps back without hesitation. “Of course. I’ll wait outside.”

He looked to be in his thirties–much older than Scarlett–but still addressed her with the utmost formality

It almost felt excessive.

But Scarlett wasn’t the type to be swayed by manners.

Only after confirming he’d stepped away did she slowly push open the door.

A wave of sandalwood greeted her–likely old Indian sandalwood blended with a touch of agarwood..

She’d read in medical journals that this combination could calm erratic nerves.

The curtains were blackout velvet, embroidered at the hem with the Big Dipper. At the foot of the bed stood a German EEG monitor, its screen gently pulsing with the old man’s brainwaves, as if waves lapping a quiet shore.

“You’re here.”

Samuel hadn’t moved, but even speaking altered his EEG pattern.

Scarlett nodded. “You’ll need to fully trust me.”

“Hm,” Samuel replied. “If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Then let’s begin.”

He closed his eyes.

Scarlett approached slowly and sat by the bed.

“No rush, Mr. Samuel. Let’s play a little game of hide–and–seek, shall we?”

Her voice softened, fingertips gently brushing the back of his hand,

“Look, there’s a door here. Behind it, a field full of dandelions. The breeze lifts them into the air, light as feathers…”

Out of the corner of her eye, she monitored the EEG, fingers gliding over her tablet to record wave dr

“Now, you open that door. Can you feel the sun on your feet? It’s warm. A dandelion seed lands in your palm…”

Samuel’s lashes began to tremble, and the monitor showed a steady rise in theta waves.

Scarlett knew: his subconscious had started to respond.

Chapter 237 The Hypnotist’s Gate

Downstairs, Grace had lost her fear of Roberto.

She sat on the couch, lighting another cigarette, agitation written all over her.

“You let her in? If something goes wrong, who’ll take the fall?”

Roberto didn’t reply. He simply walked over and opened a window.

“Who invited her, anyway?”

“Father did,” Grace scoffed. “What, you didn’t know?”

It had been announced already. She’d even argued with Samuel about it.

“Where’s Jose?”

Grace frowned. “Why are you asking about him? That kid only knows racing. Who knows which backwater mountain he’s in now.”

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“If it weren’t for his grades, he’d be a lost cause by now.”

Her tone was full of disdain.

The strong never worry about rookies.

Jose only stayed afloat because the old man was still alive!

Roberto sat across from her. “Are you sure?”

Grace had been ready to snap, but something in Roberto’s dark brown eyes stopped her.

“What do you mean by that?”

She touched her chest, unsettled. Something felt off, though she couldn’t place it.

Even her words felt hollow.

Roberto noticed the shift but showed no reaction.

It was like he didn’t care.

“In any case, he’s the rightful heir.”

That sentence struck something deep and bitter in Grace.

“He absolutely is not!”

She ran with the idea.

“And that Scarlett–she’s his classmate. Of course she’s helping him!”

“She’s probably filling Father’s head with nonsense.”

“No. I won’t let this slide.”

“If you’re afraid of Father getting upset and won’t do anything to Scarlett, then I will!”

Chapter 237 The Hymelist’s Cate

Roberto said nothing neither approval nor rejection.

He simply looked away.

Grace immediately stood.

“She’s been in there an hour already. I’m going to check.”

She stormed toward the third floor.

Roberto watched her disappear around the corner, a faint smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

Scarlett finished the hypnosis.

Samuel opened his eyes.

He felt… refreshed. Clearheaded.

“Ms. Lane, not gonna lie–it’s been a long time since I felt this sharp.”

He sat up, smiling broadly.

“Good thing I chose you when I did.”

“You’ve got a bright future ahead, young lady.”

Scarlett packed her things, not particularly moved by the praise.

“Your condition’s not as bad as I expected. I’d call this a win–win.”

Samuel waved her modesty away with a grin.

“No need to downplay it. I know my own body well.”

“You’re far better than all those so–called experts I’ve seen.”