Lucas thought for a moment. "Does it say how to break it?" "I don’t know." Sloane frowned in frustration. "That room is off-limits. My master never let me in. I snuck in that day, but before I could finish reading, he caught me and threw me out." "Then the only thing we can do now is ask your master for help—to confirm whether this is really some kind of dark spell." Lucas continued, "Until we know for sure, don’t tell Beth anything. If this turns out to be nothing but false hope…" "I understand." Sloane nodded. "But we have to confirm it as soon as possible. If it really is a transference spell, every day we delay will twist Tony’s feelings for Beth even further." Inside a luxurious hotel suite, Dania had just closed the door when her phone started buzzing violently. The screen flashed with the words "Unknown Number," and her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. "Hello…" She had barely answered when a cold, electronically altered voice came through the line."Useless fool! How far along is the plan? Why is Tony still in Mirevia?" Cold sweat trickled down Dania’s back. "Boss, things are a little complicated… That woman Beth still refuses to sign the divorce papers…" "Excuses!" The voice rose sharply. "I’ve given you more than enough time! You can’t even handle one man? Do you have any idea how many resources the organization has spent on you?" Dania hurried to explain. "I’ve already gained full control over Tony’s mind, but the Oliver family’s resistance is much stronger than we expected. Beth’s influence in the business world—" "I don’t care about that!" the voice cut her off. "You have ten days. Either bring Tony back to me, or don’t bother coming back at all!" The call ended abruptly, leaving Dania frozen where she stood. Trembling, she took a bottle of whiskey from the minibar, tilted her head back, and drank half of it in one go. The alcohol burned her throat but did nothing to dull the fear rising inside her. "Damn old fox…" she muttered, her fingernails scraping against the glass with a shrill sound. The bathroom door opened, and Tony came out, towel in hand. "Who were you talking to?"Dania instantly put on a sweet smile. "Just business stuff. It’s all taken care of." She sat down beside him, her tone soft and eager. "Miles, did Beth agree to the divorce?" Tony’s hand paused mid-motion as he was drying his hair. "With her temperament, after what I told her tonight, she won’t keep pushing it." "Then let’s go to her tomorrow and get the papers signed," Dania said urgently. Tony gave her a puzzled look. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Dania froze for a split second, then forced a playful pout. "I just don’t want anything to go wrong at the last minute." Her hand slid over Tony’s chest. "Don’t you want us to be together out in the open as soon as possible?" Tony frowned slightly and instinctively took a step back. "I’m tired. I’m going to rest." As he walked away, a flash of malice flickered in Dania’s eyes. Meanwhile, Sloane was in the hospital archives, flipping through ancient texts.Lucas pushed open the door and walked in, followed by a middle-aged man in a teal robe. The man’s features were sharp yet calm, and hanging from his waist was a rustic-looking token—the signature emblem of Medicine Valley. "Miss," the man greeted with a polite nod. His voice was deep and gentle. Sloane looked up in surprise, her face lighting up. "Stone?" She stood quickly. "Did my master send word?"