A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1644

Chapter 1644 The Solution

“I’m accompanying my friend to handle some matters,” Jared said impassively. “Jared, is this your friend?” Flaxseed, who was beside Jared, asked.

“Yes!” Jared nodded before turning to Tristan and Megan and said, “This is Mr. Flaxseed.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Flaxseed,” greeted Tristan and Megan.

Flaxseed nodded before his gaze fixed on Megan’s belly. Megan blushed beet red under his scrutiny. However, Tristan furrowed his brows disapprovingly.

He would have hit Flaxseed if Jared wasn’t around. How dare he ogle at my wife like that?

“Mr. Flaxseed, what are you doing?” Jared asked as he nudged the man. With a grim expression, Flaxseed replied, “Madam, do you know that you’re pregnant with twins?”

Megan nodded. “Yes. I found out during the checkup.” “One of your babies has been cursed by evil spirits. I reckon that it will be really difficult to keep it,” Flaxseed commented with furrowed brows.

“What?” Megan exclaimed. Tristan’s face stiffened as he asked coldly, “What do you mean by that, Mr. Flaxseed?”

Tristan started to panic when Flaxseed said that one of his babies was in danger. Jared gestured toward Tristan to stop speaking. Then, he turned to Flaxseed and asked, “Mr. Flaxseed, is there a way to break the curse?”

He knew how capable Flaxseed was. Even though the latter was not the most accomplished person in his field, he was likely the best in tomb exploration and drawing tunic talismans to ward off evil spirits.

“I can only draw a charm for the time being. The lady has to wear it daily and consume more nutritious foods. These measures will likely resolve the issue,” Flaxseed replied.

Then, he took out a piece of yellow paper and drew a charm on it.

Flaxseed folded the paper and placed it into an exquisite sachet before handing it to Megan.

Megan was stumped and stared blankly at the sachet. Not knowing if she should accept it, she turned to look at Tristan.

“Listen to Mr. Flaxseed. He knows better,” Jared said.

The Simmons residence was obviously bigger and more luxuriously furnished than it was a year ago.

Megan had been taking charge of the Simmonses ever since Dante passed away.

As Crescent Sect had also become part of the Simmonses’ business, the social status of the Simmonses had been steadily rising.

The village resorts of Crescent Sect were the major cash cow for the Simmonses.

“Megan, you guys are back. I was just thinking of asking the driver to go fetch you,” uttered a thin middle-aged man. He had an angular jaw and slightly protruding lips.

“Uncle Tony, didn’t I tell you the time to pick us up? Why was there a delay?” Megan questioned with furrowed brows.

It was obvious that she was not pleased.