It was not without reason that Aldor could effortlessly navigate his position as the boss’s assistant. While others may butter up the boss according to their preferences, he often flattered his boss’s partner instead.

Keegan hurriedly rushed home, only to find Stella packing her bags. He paused and asked, “Heading out?” Stella continued organizing her suitcase, explaining, “When you were missing, I went to the wishing well in Jorgeville to pray for you. Now that you’re back in good health, I thought it was time to show my gratitude.”

Keegan was puzzled. “Why the sudden urge to do that now?”

“I had completely forgotten about it until Aldor reminded me. You’ve been back for a while, and all my prayers have been answered. It’s time to light up some candles and offer a small donation.”

‘Aldor… So, that cunning fellow is behind this!’ Keegan thought Stella’s urgent call meant something serious. Little did he know it was Alder’s clever ploy to get him off work early for the festival.

He pursed his lips and said slowly, “Is this wishing well the one where Marshall got you the talisman?”

Stella raised an eyebrow. “Yup, that’s the one. By the way, where is the talisman anyway? You put it in your suit pocket but never returned it to me.”

I shouldn’t have said

and asked,

averted his eyes. “I don’t know. It’s probably still in my suit pocket. I didn’t

suspiciously and said, “I’ll go look

and headed for

wore that day but found no talisman in the pocket. She turned to him, who suddenly said, “I remember now. I threw it into the washing machine when I came back that

overheard Keegan’s words. She said, “Sir, I air-dried the talisman for you and placed it in your

heard that. After a

so I always check all the

could not muster

to hold back her laughter,

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