Chapter 10 Losing Millions is Considered Misfortune?

As the eldest among the younger generation of the Jennings Family, Donovan Jennings always had a smile on his face, but hardly anyone dared to disregard his words.

Sometimes, even more effective than the parents of each household.

Just like Lucas Jennings now, after receiving the warning in Donovan's eyes, he promptly shut his mouth and didn't make another sound.

Azura Loomis glanced at Donovan, lowered her eyes in silence, making her expression indiscernible.

Ms. Weaver, the maid, was quickly taken away by the villa's security to be held, but this matter was not an easy one to resolve.

On the surface, Ms. Weaver had not stolen any of the Jennings Family's property, so calling the police was definitely not an option.

At most, it could be chalked up to her feudal superstition.

After all, the idea of stealing wealth energy was without any real basis.

But with such an incident, Ms. Weaver definitely could not stay with the Jennings Family anymore.

"Miss, how should we deal with these items?" the butler asked Scarlett Garrison, who was standing by. Regardless of how she knew something was buried here, it was clear that this young lady, who had just returned home, was onto something.

"Just burn them."

After saying this, Scarlett pulled out her phone and nonchalantly did something on it. Donovan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw her transferring fifty thousand of the hundred thousand he had just given her to some account.

Donovan raised an eyebrow secretly but didn't ask any further questions.

What he gave her was hers, and it was up to her how she wanted to spend it.

In the villa's large study, the butler reported the goings-on in the downstairs garden to Old Master Jennings.

"…Ming Week dug up something in the flower garden, probably what the miss was referring to when she mentioned something stealing the Jennings Family's wealth energy."

Old Master Jennings was somewhat surprised, "The kid actually knows about these things?"

The butler thought for a moment, and said, "It could also be a coincidence."

He said, "The surveillance shows that the item was buried a month ago. According to the miss's claims, the Jennings Family should have already lost some of its wealth energy, but I asked Donovan after the fact, and both the company and the household haven't experienced any financial losses these days."

In other words, whatever Ms. Weaver buried had no effect, which puts the credibility of Scarlett's words into question.

Old Master Jennings listened, then chuckled thoughtfully, "It seems that it's just a bit of the child's hobby, well, as long as it's harmless, let it be."

As for Ms. Weaver, even if she wasn't successful, since she had ill intentions, naturally, she couldn't stay with the Jennings Family any longer.

Hearing that the Jennings Family hadn't lost any wealth, Scarlett's first reaction was disbelief.

"Impossible."

Although very subtle, Ms. Weaver did indeed steal a portion of the Jennings Family's wealth energy.

That little bit of wealth energy was enough to bring a windfall to Ms. Weaver's family.

Scarlett was quite certain of this.

Lucas Jennings, who had been reconsidering whether he was too hasty after she accurately mentioned Ms. Weaver's case, immediately laughed when he heard this,

"I told you someone was just bluffing; what stealing of wealth energy, I've never even heard of such a thing!"

Scarlett shot him a look that clearly said you brat, stay away from me.

Then she turned directly to Donovan, "Just check the recent bank account activities of Ms. Weaver and her son, and we'll know."

Donovan was also curious about his sister's abilities and didn't mind the trouble. With a phone call to delegate the task, the investigation results soon came through from the other end of the line.

And at the moment Donovan saw the results, his expression was unusually nuanced.

Both Lucas Jennings and Azura Loomis were curious and couldn't help but lean in, wanting to know the answer.

Donovan Jennings silently put away his phone and looked towards Scarlett Garrison, "The Weaver Family has indeed come into some wealth recently; they won a five million dollar lottery."

Scarlett wore an 'I-told-you-so' expression.

She knew she couldn't have been wrong.

"Wealth is a give-and-take affair; they gained five million, so the Jennings Family should correspondingly lose a few million."

Scarlett spoke earnestly, but Donovan was somewhat speechless.

"There was an issue with the branch company's project last week; indeed, we did lose a few million."

But that amount of money was nothing to him, let alone to Luca Jennings, a CEO.

"When you previously mentioned a financial loss, I thought it had to be at least a few hundred million, turns out it was just a few million."

Donovan had an expression that said it wasn't that he hadn't remembered, but that she had misled with her choice of words.

Scarlett: ...

So it wasn't that no wealth energy had been siphoned off, it's just that the little bit siphoned off by the other side was to the Jennings Family what a single strand of cow hair would be–not even noticed when lost.

Tch, damn the wealthy.

Even now that she's part of the Jennings Family, she couldn't help feeling a pinch of envy.

"Mrs. Weaver's son lost all their family savings to gambling a few months ago, and last month he was arrested and jailed for drunk driving and causing a fatal accident. The victim's family demanded two million in compensation before they would agree to write a letter of forgiveness, so Mrs. Weaver must have come up with the idea to stealthily steal the wealth energy from the Jennings Family due to this."

Mrs. Weaver's actions were exposed, and with her confession, within less than an hour, Donovan had all the reasons behind it uncovered.

Upon hearing it was a case of drunk driving resulting in death, Scarlett subconsciously associated it with the negative aura Mrs. Weaver had about her.

Just for an instant, she then quickly realized something was off.

If it was Mrs. Weaver's son who caused the death, at most Mrs. Weaver would have been indirectly tainted with negative aura, but the kind on her seemed like it landed upon her directly…

After considering, she asked Donovan, "Could I see a photo of Mrs. Weaver's son?"

Donovan was quite content with how quickly Scarlett had adapted to her role as his sister and knew to ask her brother for help. He sent out a message and soon obtained a photo of Mrs. Weaver's son.

As the photograph on the phone enlarged, Scarlett glanced at Mrs. Weaver's son's photo and frowned,

"This is wrong, this person shouldn't have this facial appearance."

Saying so, she requested his birthdate and time and took out three Tongbao coins from her mini bag to perform a divination on the spot.

Lucas Jennings scoffed disdainfully at what he saw, whispering in a low voice,

"Psh! Acts of superstition, are these ever going to stop?"

Scarlett ignored him, completed the divination quickly, and her delicate little face turned somewhat solemn.

Lucas once again sought to assert his presence, sarcastically asking, "So, how did it go? Did you divine some sort of disaster of bloodshed through your finger calculations?"

He had seen it before; those fortune-tellers under the pedestrian bridges always liked to say such things.

He still didn't believe Scarlett had any real abilities.

Scarlett disregarded him and spoke directly to Donovan, "Judging from this man's birth chart, he should have been born simple-minded. The Buddha Sect talks about Eight Wisdoms. If someone committed grave sins in their past life, and yet wants to be reborn as a human, one wisdom will be stripped away as penance, making them naturally simple-minded at birth. But this person has all Eight Wisdoms intact, it must be that Mrs. Weaver used some other means to turn him into a normal person."

She might not know, however, that a person who was evil in their past life, being simple-minded in this life is one thing, but recovering their intelligence equates to defying fate, not only reducing longevity but also predisposing them to become a villain.

Mrs. Weaver's son, prone to gambling and now a murderer due to drunk driving, clearly suffered the consequences of restored intelligence.

Scarlett was currently in the living room, and as she spoke, she didn't intentionally avoid anyone. A maid nearby was all ears, eavesdropping; she clearly had something she wanted to say but was conscious of her status and didn't dare speak up.