Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 459 - 458: Fortune-Telling Goes Viral 3

"Alright then, you can arrange something for the fortune-telling company. Just think about it, it sounds pretty good."

"Okay!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Tiana Thorne licked her lips, revealing two small tiger teeth, a lazy allure seeming to seep from her bones, seductive and dangerous: "Be good, I’ll hang up now, let’s stay in touch."

"Okay~"

After hanging up the phone, she sat upright on the sofa, her voice carrying a hint of detachment: "The door’s unlocked, come in."

With that said, the door opened.

Tiana Thorne lifted her gaze nonchalantly.

Seeing it was Rosie Rowan, she wasn’t surprised at all.

Earlier she was called by Heath Hawthorne, probably got scolded too, and now her eyes were red, mixed with shimmering tears, looking somewhat pitiful.

"Ah, it’s Miss Rosie."

Rosie bit her lip, her face growing paler bit by bit. She really hated Tiana Thorne’s indifferent, playful attitude, as if she treated her as nothing.

"You didn’t just come to watch my stunning beauty from the doorway, did you?"

After hearing this, Rosie’s face turned pale, and a fire burned brighter within: "Tiana Thorne, don’t get carried away!"

She stood up from the sofa, adjusted her blazer, and faintly curled her lips, eyes as clear as the blue sky and white clouds, yet deep down, they concealed a scheming nature.

Lazily curling her lips: "Though I’ve been trending recently, I haven’t reached the point of explosive fame. In a way, Miss Rosie, I should thank you for taking my career to the next level, making it flourish~"

This was a scar within Rosie’s heart, ruthlessly revealed at the moment, all courtesy was lost, glaring at her: "Tiana Thorne, you said it yourself, it was my help that made you famous in the entertainment industry. I can make you famous, but I can also send you to the eighteenth level of hell."

Tiana Thorne rolled her lips into a smile, squinting slightly, leaning towards her: "Miss Rosie, do you know what the eighteenth level of hell looks like?"

For a moment, Rosie was lost in her smile, because her smile was too sweet, especially the dimples on her cheeks, deep yet shallow, penetrating the heart, but the chill beneath her eyes couldn’t be ignored.

"Since you don’t know, let me enlighten you."

Saying this, Tiana Thorne moved to her side, scrutinizing her up and down, her beautiful fox-like eyes carrying a touch of amusement: "The seventeenth level is lava, the eighteenth level is the hell you mentioned."

In terms of aura, Rosie had already lost, but she raised her chin, questioning coldly: "Are you describing your grave?"

She ignored it, continuing to describe: "Outside hell is stagnant water, soaking countless evil spirits. They can’t reincarnate, their daily task is to punish those sent to the eighteenth level of hell, venting all resentment on that person."

"In the hearts of those evil spirits, if it weren’t for these people being punished for their wrongdoings, they wouldn’t have been trapped in hell for so many years. So they hate every single person sent down, skinning them alive is just a minor punishment."

Her eyes squint slightly, containing a mischievous air, lowering her voice, each word is spoken precisely, carrying a penetrating magic that compels one to imagine the picture she paints.

This sensation made Rosie feel fear.

"After the evil spirits skin them times and over many times, when bored of their skinless appearance, they will dress them back up again. Once their bodies return to normal, they will tear them apart, like the ancient punishment of being pulled apart by horses."

Tiana Thorne noticed her face had turned pale, swallowed, and suddenly leaned in, whispering by her ear: "Rosie, do you know what being torn apart feels like?"

Rosie was so scared she shivered, quickly stepping back to create distance: "Stop it."

Tiana Thorne curled her lips into a laugh: "Those evil spirits will keep punishing you, using all sorts of methods, until you can’t bear it and your soul disperses. It’s a long cycle, even the weakest must endure a hundred years, experiencing different tortures every day, unable to die, let alone reincarnate."

"You lunatic!"

Tiana Thorne laughed charmingly, eyes flashing, then sat down on the sofa, lazily leaning back, stretching with a smile, showing two small tiger teeth.

Rosie’s heart was under immense pressure, only finding her smile terrifying, like a vampire with an azure face and fangs, ready to bite her neck at any moment.

Suddenly, she lightly asked: "Do you know what kind of people go to the eighteenth level of hell?"

Rosie bit her lip hard, glaring at her, but dared not curse her, only able to curse inwardly.

She actually dares to imagine the eighteenth level of hell and recount it with relish, as if savoring it...

She’s completely a psychological psychopath.

Perhaps her voice was too low and deep, inexplicably drawing her in, tightening her breath, obviously very scared, yet eager to know: "What...?"

"Unfilial, child abuse, heinous crimes, domestic violence, keyboard warriors, Miss Rosie, count carefully, which ones do you fit?"

Tiana Thorne crossed her legs comfortably, then lazily smiled: "Tsk tsk, seeing your delicate skin, perhaps the evil spirits aren’t willing to skin you first, what awaits you should be having your malicious heart dug out first, right?"

Rosie was so frightened by her words that she trembled and yelled: "Tiana Thorne! You’re cursing me?"

Tiana Thorne shrugged innocently, her smile slightly contemptuous: "I’m just giving Miss Rosie a little education, why so excited?"

"You..."

Rosie stomped in anger, originally came with a belly full of fire to vent on her, but thinking of her words just now, she was forcibly held back, her face turning flushed with anger.

Could it be, Tiana Thorne knows something?

Outside the door, Serena Hawthorne’s voice sounded: "Rosie, are you there?"

"I’m inside." At this time, she also wanted an opportunity to leave, Tiana Thorne is just a psychological psychopath.

Serena Hawthorne pushed the door open and walked in. She nodded and smiled at Tiana Thorne as a gesture of politeness, then said: "Cindy has a way to save my dad, come with me."

"Alright."

Tiana Thorne gently squinted her eyes and called out: "Miss Serena."

Serena Hawthorne looked at her without speaking.

"Take me with you, maybe I can be of some help."

Rosie was unwilling for her to go along, signaling to her cousin.

Serena Hawthorne gently curved her lips in a smile and said: "Father asked me to ask you over."

"Hmm."

Rosie: "..."

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, an increasingly strong sense of foreboding.

Tiana Thorne sensed that the unease within her was fading away, meaning, the reason for her previous unease was about to be revealed.