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Chapter 135: It's not scientific

Chapter 135: It's not scientific

Chapter 135: It’s not scientific

“Abby, I’m going to stick close to Prosecutor Katherine for a while to ensure her safety,” Ethan said as he sat in the car, saying goodbye to Abigaile.

“The next bit involves politicians and organized crime groups, so it’s better if you stay behind the scenes, Abby.”

“Hey, what on earth are you up to?” Abigaile took off her sunglasses, looking utterly confused. “With all that weird stuff just now, you don’t actually have superpowers, do you?”

“Heh, I’ll fill you in on that later,” Ethan chuckled as he shed his robe, reverting back to his youthful appearance. “Just take care of things for me.”

On the sidewalk, Prosecutor Katherine’s icy demeanor screamed ‘keep out.’ Right now, her mind was a whirlpool of confusion.

Her worldview, built over more than two decades, had been shattered by the sudden appearance of this young man.

But now, she had no choice but to believe.

Even she wouldn’t gamble with her life,the human fear of the unknown runs deep.

Superpowers, the stuff of comic books, were now a reality right beside her.

The more Katherine thought about it, the more terrified she became. She didn’t want to die in some bizarre, unexplained way.

Who had paid this young man to protect her?

All these questions hammered at her, shattering her life into fragments.

Ethan got out of the car, watching Abigaile’s sedan disappear.

Before him lay Salvatore’s dying wish.

“Dying Wish Generated: Salvatore hopes his daughter Katherine will avenge him and start a new life.”

“Mission Reward: 1000 points, random skill +1.”

The key part of the mission was to start a new life.

Only by completely letting go of the past could she possibly start anew, and sending her father to prison might not necessarily bring the prosecutor any relief.

Ethan decided on a more secure approach.

He would help her achieve her revenge while reconciling with her father.

Katherine was also sizing up the young man in front of her, noticing that he looked much more normal in casual clothes, a very handsome youth. “How do you plan to protect me?”

“Prosecutor Katherine, how much longer do you need to handle your current case?” Ethan was also assessing Katherine.

It had to be said, she was a beauty, especially when her brows furrowed together.

That aloof, cold beauty was striking.

Especially with those rimless glasses, adding an intellectual charm.

It was easy to feel a stark contrast, imagining what it would be like to have such a beauty beneath one.

The enduring popularity of the female prosecutor series in those adult films made sense.

Katherine, upon hearing this, frowned in thought. “The case will take at least three more months to fully close, but my investigation ends in a week. The case is complex, and my colleagues will continue the investigation.”

“Alright, then they’ll likely make their move within these seven days,” Ethan had checked the legal details last night.

According to the prosecutor system, a prosecutor can initiate an investigation into any crime when deemed necessary.

But to avoid conflicts of interest and prevent persecution by political enemies.

For cases of misconduct involving legislators and officials.

Once a prosecutor initiates an investigation and submits the relevant evidence, they no longer follow up on the case, leaving it to another department to continue.

“For the next seven days, I’ll be by your side, keeping you safe.” Ethan’s mission time was seven days.

“Psychic killers can kill silently. If you don’t want to die mysteriously, don’t leave my sight for these seven days.”

He had these seven days to make the beautiful prosecutor forgive Salvatore.

It would be difficult, but a thousand points and a skill increase were incentives he couldn’t ignore.

After a brief hesitation, Katherine nodded. “Okay.”

As they talked, a red Ferrari pulled up from the corner and stopped beside them.

As the car window rolled down, a striking face appeared, her gaze sweeping over Ethan with barely concealed hostility.

“Ethan?” Ethan furrowed his brow, quickly scanning his mind for any information related to Katherine, but found nothing.

“Aria?” Katherine also frowned. “What are you doing here?”

The woman identified as Aria swung her car door open.

Ethan could now see her clearly. She was over 5 feet 7 inches tall, dressed in a stylish long dress that revealed a hint of pale skin at the chest, and wore heels at least 3 inches high.

She looked like she could be on the cover of a fashion magazine.

However, her expression was sour, her eyes sizing up Ethan with hostility. “Who is he?”

Katherine sighed, “I’ll explain later, just go back for now.”

“Hmm?” Ethan squinted, observing the interaction between her and Katherine. It was interesting, they didn’t seem like just friends.

Could it be the legendary lesbian relationship?

“No, I need you to explain now!” Aria stepped forward, standing beside Katherine and grabbing her arm. “You lied to me first!”

“Enough!” Katherine snapped, shaking off her grip, her icy demeanor now mixed with anger. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

Seeing Katherine angry, Aria’s face showed fear. “I’m sorry, I’m really scared, I’m afraid for you—”

Katherine covered her forehead, took a few deep breaths, and her tone softened, “Go back first, I’ll come home later and explain.”

“Okay.” Aria retreated to her sports car like a startled rabbit.

Then the car engine roared to life and disappeared around the corner.

“Hmm?” Ethan watched, bewildered. What was this, a rehearsal for a drama? Who changes their mood that quickly?

“Sorry, my relationship with her isn’t what you might think,” Katherine said, her voice shifting from cold to slightly exasperated.

“Oh, no worries, I don’t mind,” Ethan shrugged, staying in character. “Whatever your relationship with her is, it’s none of my business. My only goal is to keep you safe for the next seven days.”

Katherine looked at him, quickly reverting to her aloof demeanor. “Let’s go, I need to get back to the office to sort out some files.”

“Sure.” Ethan followed her, and under her lead, they got into a nondescript silver Corolla parked by the curb.

Katherine drove, occasionally glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

“If you have any questions, feel free to ask,” Ethan said, eager to engage her in conversation.

His goal was to make her forgive her father, and for that, he needed more information.

Pretending to be a psychic was largely to shatter her worldview, making it easier to implant some bizarre ideas.

“I’m curious about your so-called psychic powers. What exactly are they? It’s not scientific,” Katherine inquired.

“If you told someone a thousand years ago that the Earth is round,” Ethan chuckled, “they’d probably tie you to a stake and burn you as a witch.”

Ethan finished speaking and extended his hand: “Perhaps in the future, these strange abilities will be part of the scientific framework, but not now.”

He lightly touched Katherine’s neck, activating his skill, “Weakness Implantation.”