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2,414,867	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2414868}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Whitney Cummings LIVE	JACKSONVILLE, don’t miss this chance to see Whitney Cummings on Saturday November 16th. Get your tickets at WhitneyCummings.com before they sell out!	GET_SHOWTIMES	https://floridatheatre.showare.com/eventperformanc	Whitney Cummings	https://www.facebook.com/whitneycummings/	556,522	1969-12-31 18:00	Get Showtimes	floridatheatre.showare.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://floridatheatre.showare.com/eventperformances.asp?evt=1184	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466355750_546742097964542_7713166034201276358_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4Iu4Tmz9d50Q7kNvgFUkebs&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYDghi62fS3xrOQOd3fg9K4UX3mVRtsKMRopLdxtorFJWQ&oe=67371927	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Whitney Cummings	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,865	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2414862}'	No	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Grab your new favorite cozy for $1.99	Start this fan favorite nine-book mystery series for only $1.99 The Fiona Figg Mysteries have all the charm and quirky characters of your favorite cozy series but with a faster pace. “Perfect for fans of Downton Abbey and Maisie Dobbs.” BookTrib “A pure delight! A bold, original sleuth, a devilishly charming adversary and a plucky Pekingese.” Mariah Fredericks “Tantalizing and riveting with a good dose of humor.” The Los Angeles Post “Fast-paced, tongue-in-cheek spy romp. Enjoy the ride.” Frances Evesham “A fun diversion with an entertaining female lead.” Kirkus Reviews "Fiona reminds me so much of Miss Fisher. Humor, action, and intrigue.. thoroughly entertaining." Urban Book Reviews “A clever mix of humor and espionage that will keep you turning the pages and laughing all the way!” Dianne Freeman “A perfect blend of wit, fun, and intrigue.” Debra Goldstein “A fun whodunit that will keep you turning the pages!” Cathi Stoler “Rich with historical details, and perfectly laced with humor and high jinks. Brilliant!" Margaret Mizushima “Lushly layered in period detail, this mystery delivers twists in a lighthearted tale of suspense and derring-do.” Muddy Rose Reviews “A fun, mix of whodunnit and thriller set against high society“ T. A. Williams “A delightful English countryside mystery with two handsome suitors and twists and turns worthy of Agatha Christie herself!” - Amanda Flower, USA Today bestselling author ‘Fast-paced and clever, with a spirited heroine spy, this WWI-era mystery with a love triangle is catnip for fans of Susan Elia MacNeal’s Maggie Hope and Rhys Bowen’s Molly Murphy.’ USA Today Bestselling Author, Karen Odden Get hooked for just $1.99! What dark mysteries will you uncover?	SHOP_NOW	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WXM3P6	Kelly Oliver Books	https://www.facebook.com/kellyoliverauthor/	17,846	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	amazon.com	IMAGE	Mystery in Manhattan: The start of a cozy mystery series from Kelly Oliver (Fiona Figg & Kitty Lane Mysteries Book 1)	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WXM3P6	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466040144_1072220897940961_3521525212035562723_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EeIR_M_jmdIQ7kNvgGMCon5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYD89s5IH1GWzc80tEWpndIXNYTxafpgFsLrsORfY0ICYQ&oe=67373F67	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Kelly Oliver Books	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,875	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2415888}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Spacious 2 Bed Condo in Des Plaines - Prime Location!		LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	Chicago Urban Living	https://www.facebook.com/theleggettgroup/	363	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	fb.me	CAROUSEL		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466515753_3859200714315323_5000531555683764888_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_hCbE2PIjsMQ7kNvgHFWSlp&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYBO6ITOaOGCviaqVFt_IvORKRRDAUwYjPLucm3oojgOuA&oe=67372731	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Chicago Urban Living	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,873	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Free Delivery Today! Brand New Mattress Sale ✨️ All Sizes Available ✨️ Simply The Best Deals	Free Delivery Today! Brand New Mattress Sale ✨️ All Sizes Available ✨️ Simply The Best Deals - $65.00 $65 & up Facebook Marketplace	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/125110275622	Brittany Kelly	https://www.facebook.com/Brittany-Kelly-113524191827832/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1251102756226471/	1969-12-31 18:00		REGULAR_PAGE	1	0	Brittany Kelly	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,871	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2414869}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Looking for you new favorite COZY MYSTERY series?	A plucky sleuth, a handsome soldier, and a mysterious huntsman... who will survive the weekend at a posh country house party? The Fiona Figg Mysteries have all the charm of a great cozy with the pacing of a thriller. This nine-book series will keep you entertained. “Perfect for fans of Downton Abbey and Maisie Dobbs.” BookTrib "Humor, action, and intrigue... thoroughly entertaining." Urban Book Reviews “A clever mix of humor and espionage.” Dianne Freeman “A perfect blend of wit, fun, and intrigue.” Debra Goldstein “A fun whodunit that will keep you turning the pages!” Cathi Stoler “Perfectly laced with humor and high jinks. Brilliant!" Margaret Mizushima “A brilliant female lead with a quick wit and perfect comedic timing.” Reader’s Favorite 5-Star Review "Simply delightful. Fiona Figg—with her tools, wigs, and disguises—is a sleuth you can’t help but root for."—S.K. Golden	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BD56G452	Kelly Oliver Books	https://www.facebook.com/kellyoliverauthor/	17,846	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	amazon.com	IMAGE	Visit Amazon's Fiona Figg & Kitty Lane Mysteries Page and shop for all Fiona Figg & Kitty Lane Mysteries books. Check out pictures, author information, and reviews of Fiona Figg & Kitty Lane Mysteries	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BD56G452	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466464261_1648153629436118_761235758206472567_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mZW7sr_wlEAQ7kNvgHJx1F6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYA2daCKUbiKoPwuZhghKmEbg9G-OHUdsYLuZnAzuzr1AQ&oe=67370FB7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Kelly Oliver Books	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,874	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2415888}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Spacious 2 Bed Condo in Des Plaines - Prime Location!		LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	Chicago Urban Living	https://www.facebook.com/theleggettgroup/	363	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	fb.me	CAROUSEL		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466515753_3859200714315323_5000531555683764888_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_hCbE2PIjsMQ7kNvgHFWSlp&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYBO6ITOaOGCviaqVFt_IvORKRRDAUwYjPLucm3oojgOuA&oe=67372731	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Chicago Urban Living	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,886	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2414881}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	Diva glam	https://www.facebook.com/100093839847599/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466067370_533276409670756_2524960483384130351_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=07Rt2r-BC9cQ7kNvgGntXIe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYDllb1L36XvzE144GUZ3Q77NPNbY83PHeWDeA409quhxg&oe=67371170	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Diva glam	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,883	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2414881}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	Diva glam	https://www.facebook.com/100093839847599/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466067370_533276409670756_2524960483384130351_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=07Rt2r-BC9cQ7kNvgGntXIe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYDllb1L36XvzE144GUZ3Q77NPNbY83PHeWDeA409quhxg&oe=67371170	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Diva glam	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,881	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	Diva glam	https://www.facebook.com/100093839847599/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466067370_533276409670756_2524960483384130351_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=07Rt2r-BC9cQ7kNvgGntXIe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYDllb1L36XvzE144GUZ3Q77NPNbY83PHeWDeA409quhxg&oe=67371170	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Diva glam	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,887	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	Meet the Wheel & the Four Directions - Level 1	The Wheel of the Four Directions is one of the main tools in Systemic Ritual®, which is a variation of the traditional medicine wheel that has been used for centuries by many cultures around the world. Medicine wheels are believed to represent the circle of awareness of the individual self and the circle of knowledge that provides the power we each have over our own lives. Working with a medicine wheel expands your perception, to the view that each direction gives, and it provides resources from each direction that can be called upon at any time. The Level 1 course “Meet the Wheel and the Four Directions,” is an integrative class as other approaches in addition to ritual will be included, including art therapy and constellations. Course Objectives: During this five-part course, you will: learn the principles of each direction and your relation to each one learn and practice supporting principles to ritual, including prayer, intention, building an altar and how to open and close the directions learn and experience a variety of rituals with the Wheel for you and for groups, giving you a toolbox of rituals to use understand and apply the workings of the Wheel, including how the directions are connected and how to move around the circle/Wheel to benefit your intention during rituals have your own encounter with Spirit and with your support team (Spirit guides/Support team) After each module you will receive a PowerPoint of all the rituals learned. Who is this course for? This course is for participants who have little to no knowledge of the Wheel, or participants who have experienced the Wheel but would like to deepen their knowledge and understanding. Basic knowledge of the Wheel is needed for later Wheel and Systemic Ritual courses. (Level 2 - starting early 2025) What types of activities will be included? This introductory course includes rituals with the Wheel, but not only that. As the basis of this course is to deepen your knowledge and experience with the directions themselves, in addition ritual we will do mini constellations, use art and do some group exercises in addition to meeting the directions. What do I need for the course? -A Wheel of the Four Directions A printable version is available for download, or a cloth version with pocket is available for purchase - see pictures. -A notebook and pen/pencil for reflections -20 to 30 small objects, including stones, crystals, shells, runes, coins, or candies/chocolates -A drum, rattle or other instrument to use during rituals -A big sheet of blank white paper with either colored pencils or paints Schedule: Each session will be held on a Monday from 7:30 to 9:30 pm Central European Standard time (CEST) * 6:30 to 8:30 pm (UK), USA: Pacific time: 10:30 am to 12:30 pm, Mountain time: 11:30 to 1:30 pm, Central time: 12:30 to 2:30 pm, Eastern time: 1:30 to 3:30 pm Hours: Total 11 hours of instruction Dates: Mondays Module 1: November 18 Module 2: November 25 Module 3: December 2 Module 4: December 9 Module 5: December 16 (3 hours) (7:00 to 10:00 pm CEST) Price: The price of the 5-part course is 249€ Payment options: 249€ or 59€ if paid by module. Cloth Wheels are available for 39€ + postage. You can see an example of the Wheel here. Level 2: Cost 325€ or 79€ per module Level 1 + Level 2: 575€ + free cloth Wheel (Wheel only, postage not included). (If paid in full by January 1, 2025.) A certificate is provided upon completion for those who attend all classes live. Active participation is required during each module, meaning with your camera on. If you have to miss a module, a recording can be provided for it but certificates are given for those who attend all sessions live. *Level 1 or experience with the Wheel is required to participate in future courses, like Level 2: Build your Relationship with the Wheel, Rituals & Guidance for Therapists and Facilitators (Dates: February) Contact: Meghan - meghan@gettotheorigin.com https://www.gettotheorigin.com/wheelcourse-level1	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/851671987149833/	Meghan Kelly, Integrative Therapy & Systemic Constellations	https://www.facebook.com/gettotheorigin/	1,145	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	Meet the Wheel & the Four Directions - Level 1	EVENT	The Wheel of the Four Directions is one of the main tools in Systemic Ritual®, which is a variation of the traditional medicine wheel that has been used for centuries by many cultures around the world. Medicine wheels are believed to represent the circle of awareness of the individual self and the circle of knowledge that provides the power we each have over our own lives. Working with a medicine wheel expands your perception, to the view that each direction gives, and it provides resources from each direction that can be called upon at any time. The Level 1 course “Meet the Wheel and the Four Directions,” is an integrative class as other approaches in addition to ritual will be included, including art therapy and constellations. Course Objectives: During this five-part course, you will: learn the principles of each direction and your relation to each one learn and practice supporting principles to ritual, including prayer, intention, building an altar and how to open and close the directions learn and experience a variety of rituals with the Wheel for you and for groups, giving you a toolbox of rituals to use understand and apply the workings of the Wheel, including how the directions are connected and how to move around the circle/Wheel to benefit your intention during rituals have your own encounter with Spirit and with your support team (Spirit guides/Support team) After each module you will receive a PowerPoint of all the rituals learned. Who is this course for? This course is for participants who have little to no knowledge of the Wheel, or participants who have experienced the Wheel but would like to deepen their knowledge and understanding. Basic knowledge of the Wheel is needed for later Wheel and Systemic Ritual courses. (Level 2 - starting early 2025) What types of activities will be included? This introductory course includes rituals with the Wheel, but not only that. As the basis of this course is to deepen your knowledge and experience with the directions themselves, in addition ritual we will do mini constellations, use art and do some group exercises in addition to meeting the directions. What do I need for the course? -A Wheel of the Four Directions A printable version is available for download, or a cloth version with pocket is available for purchase - see pictures. -A notebook and pen/pencil for reflections -20 to 30 small objects, including stones, crystals, shells, runes, coins, or candies/chocolates -A drum, rattle or other instrument to use during rituals -A big sheet of blank white paper with either colored pencils or paints Schedule: Each session will be held on a Monday from 7:30 to 9:30 pm Central European Standard time (CEST) * 6:30 to 8:30 pm (UK), USA: Pacific time: 10:30 am to 12:30 pm, Mountain time: 11:30 to 1:30 pm, Central time: 12:30 to 2:30 pm, Eastern time: 1:30 to 3:30 pm Hours: Total 11 hours of instruction Dates: Mondays Module 1: November 18 Module 2: November 25 Module 3: December 2 Module 4: December 9 Module 5: December 16 (3 hours) (7:00 to 10:00 pm CEST) Price: The price of the 5-part course is 249€ Payment options: 249€ or 59€ if paid by module. Cloth Wheels are available for 39€ + postage. You can see an example of the Wheel here. Level 2: Cost 325€ or 79€ per module Level 1 + Level 2: 575€ + free cloth Wheel (Wheel only, postage not included). (If paid in full by January 1, 2025.) A certificate is provided upon completion for those who attend all classes live. Active participation is required during each module, meaning with your camera on. If you have to miss a module, a recording can be provided for it but certificates are given for those who attend all sessions live. *Level 1 or experience with the Wheel is required to participate in future courses, like Level 2: Build your Relationship with the Wheel, Rituals & Guidance for Therapists and Facilitators (Dates: February) Contact: Meghan - meghan@gettotheorigin.com https://www.gettotheorigin.com/wheelcourse-level1	https://www.facebook.com/events/851671987149833/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466356220_812510830894841_6238596886380330553_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2sacttMWFQIQ7kNvgFSd4hn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYAxA-49aCZZ9ccNHpYt9tdMg-kFjHU8b22V_GFIMgBDgw&oe=673711EC	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Meghan Kelly, Integrative Therapy & Systemic Constellations	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,885	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2414881}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	Diva glam	https://www.facebook.com/100093839847599/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/glam_by_ivaa	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466067370_533276409670756_2524960483384130351_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=07Rt2r-BC9cQ7kNvgGntXIe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3F-zPh57FrD1xUdvqudbIT&oh=00_AYDllb1L36XvzE144GUZ3Q77NPNbY83PHeWDeA409quhxg&oe=67371170	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Diva glam	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,414,895	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/elizabethraepottery	Elizabeth Rae Pottery	https://www.facebook.com/elizabethraepottery/	27	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/elizabethraepottery	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466142686_1248679113040588_4355076678869835431_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=gKXe-IT-M6EQ7kNvgGRIAYm&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=At_TvtICIysR34MAFtr4wO_&oh=00_AYCgOE48oc8-ikoLxE8OcZr0ag3xNKxKqReVru1xt-BMMA&oe=67371655	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Elizabeth Rae Pottery	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,415,164	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2415165}'	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760			LEARN_MORE	https://kelly-lyons.mykajabi.com/novworkshop	Kelly L Wellness	https://www.facebook.com/Kellylwellness/	3,823	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	kelly-lyons.mykajabi.com	CAROUSEL		https://kelly-lyons.mykajabi.com/novworkshop	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465729089_877114670883982_210904286607317338_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Jn90gdWxYq4Q7kNvgFtt-AI&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ai0KFBEEDficrnh60-shyPI&oh=00_AYAt6i6z197WtpEY8B4Tu_B5vRKLnHFlltialVl74ToK-Q&oe=6737401A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Kelly L Wellness	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,414,959	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click.	An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." Hearing it was Deborah, Kelly quickly relayed everything Julia had said. At first, Deborah thought Kelly was joking, but then something clicked, and her expression changed. "Send someone to Mount Jade Sanatorium!" --- Read “The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia ”, click to enter. Discover more vast collections of novels on Joyreader.	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2,414,958	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click.	An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." Hearing it was Deborah, Kelly quickly relayed everything Julia had said. At first, Deborah thought Kelly was joking, but then something clicked, and her expression changed. "Send someone to Mount Jade Sanatorium!" --- Read “The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia ”, click to enter. Discover more vast collections of novels on Joyreader.	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2,414,963	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click.	An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." Hearing it was Deborah, Kelly quickly relayed everything Julia had said. At first, Deborah thought Kelly was joking, but then something clicked, and her expression changed. "Send someone to Mount Jade Sanatorium!" --- Read “The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia ”, click to enter. Discover more vast collections of novels on Joyreader.	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2,414,965	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-10 18:51	active	1760	📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click.	An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." Hearing it was Deborah, Kelly quickly relayed everything Julia had said. At first, Deborah thought Kelly was joking, but then something clicked, and her expression changed. "Send someone to Mount Jade Sanatorium!" --- Read “The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia ”, click to enter. Discover more vast collections of novels on Joyreader.	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