Outside the Exorcism Consultancy, a stunning woman with peach-blossom eyes, porcelain skin, and fiery red lips pressed the doorbell impatiently. Dressed in a tailored suit, her curvaceous figure exuded authority. Behind her stood two female bodyguards, visibly shaken, hands hovering near their holstered weapons.
This was Seraphina Vale, the CEO of a Beihai-listed company worth billions—a woman worshipped as both a business titan and an unattainable goddess.
Yet last night, her glamorous life had shattered.
The Horror in the Penthouse
Seraphina had been jolted awake by a relentless thud-thud-thud—like a ball bouncing in her living room at midnight.
She'd sent her bodyguards to investigate.
They never returned.
By the time she crawled under her bed and fumbled for her phone, the sound had slithered into her bedroom. The door creaked open on its own.
Somehow, she survived. Dawn revealed the truth: one guard's headless corpse sprawled in the living room.
The police? Overwhelmed. The Investigation Bureau? A three-day wait.
Three days.
That thing could come back tonight.
Desperation Leads to the Crosses
Most exorcism firms had refused her. Then, like divine intervention, the Cross Exorcism Consultancy's "OPEN" sign flickered to life.
Lucian Cross's legendary reputation made this her last hope.
The door swung open—but instead of the silver-tongued master, a young man with starlit eyes leaned against the frame.
"Come in."
Seraphina's breath hitched.
Negotiations
"I'm Ethan Cross. The 'old man' is traveling. But I handle things now." His smirk was razor-edged. "My rates are higher, though."
A flicker of doubt—then resolve.
"A pleasure, Young Master Cross." Seraphina bowed slightly, CEO poise melting into deference. "I've encountered... an entity. Last night, it—"
Ethan's lazy demeanor sharpened as she described the bouncing specter. His father's notes flashed in his mind.
Target identified. Weaknesses cataloged.
"This job's mine. Fee: ¥10 million."
Seraphina's eyelashes fluttered—a billionairess wincing at cashflow, not danger.
"Done."
Money meant nothing next to survival.