Darryl laughed and glanced at the fortune-teller. "I'm not interested."
"No, sir!" The fortune-teller shouted in panic. Kent secretly instructed him to stall Darryl. He grasped onto Darryl's arm and pretended to analyze his palm. "You have a terrible fate awaiting you, buddy."
"Yes, you're right! His life has indeed been difficult!" Kent burst into laughter and yelled "Everybody! This fortune-teller is really accurate!"
"I am not interested in psychic readings. Let me go." Darryl was exasperated.
The fortune-teller was relentless. "No, buddy. It was fate that we met, so I must take your reading. I can see that you can only live under other's protection as a live-in son-in-law for your whole life."
Hahaha!
"He has to live as a live-in son-in-law for the rest of his life!"
The surrounding crowd burst into laughter when they heard those words.
Kent patted Darryl's shoulder and sighed, feigning a pained expression. "Did you hear that? The fortune-teller said that you could only ever amount to a live-in son-in-law. It's destiny. I feel bad for you."
Megan was unable to smile, biting her lips out of sympathy.
'Is Darryl's fate really that pitiful? Even the fortune-teller concluded that he can only be a live-in son-in-law for the rest of his life!'
Darryl smiled as he eyed the fortune-teller. He could see that his mustache was odd, as if it was stuck on to his face.
"Darryl, don't be upset..." Megan whispered.
She completely trusted the fortune-teller's words since his reading was accurate.
Darryl interrupted Megan with a chuckle. "Megan, do you really believe in that? It's all lies and bullsh*t."
'Are all con men these days this brazen?'
Megan panicked after hearing Darryl's words. She tugged on his arm and said in a serious tone "Darryl, he's legit. He gave me a reading just now, and it was spot on."
Kent gave Darryl a sinister smile, unable to suppress his urge to tease him. "Darrl, it's alright to be upset. You can refuse his words all you want, but how can you doubt him? On what grounds can you say that this fortune-teller is a liar?"
'Darryl, you *sshole.' It was a rare opportunity for Kent to be able to embarrass Darryl.
The fortune-teller stroked his mustache and said unhurriedly "I am destined and gifted with the skills in prophecy, and I never lie. You're hilarious for accusing me that I'm lying."
'Is he still pretending?'
Darryl was amused. "Oh, really?" he replied. "How about you tell us what is Megan's reading?"
The Geomancy of Yin and Yang consisted of some fortune-telling techiniques aside from Feng Shui, so Darryl knew the basics.
The fortune-teller glanced at Megan and said in a calm tone "This missus over here has the element sign of Metal, which clashes with wood..."
He shouted suddenly "Oh, no! Darryl's element sign is wood! Miss Castello, you have to keep a distance from him from now on!"
Huh? They had clashing signs? Megan subconsciously took a step back.
Kent seized the opportunity to walk over and hold Megan's hand. "Meg, did you hear that? Remember to keep a distance from that live-in son-in-law!"
Darryl laughed as he stared at the fortune-teller. "You were right in the first half. Megan's element sign is indeed metal, but you're completely wrong about the latter. Megan's eight-diagram mirror symbol is mountain. My element sign is wood, but my eight-diagram mirror sysmbol is also mountain."
Darryl could not help but snicker with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "We are both mountains. Tell me, what's clashing here?"
What? His words were hard to understand! The crowd was astonished.
The fortune-teller froze, cold sweat forming on his forehead. Kent hired him to act as a fortune-teller to deceive Megan.
'Why is the live-in son-in-law so professional?'
Megan's face had shock written all over. "Darryl, you know fortune-telling too?"
She knew that Darryl was knowledgeable about Feng Shui and antiques, but how did he know fortune-telling?
The man was full of surprises.
Darryl maintained a slight smile. "Just a little."
Kent was in a complete panic. Since he was about to propose to Megan, he could not let Darryl destroy his plan!
He glanced at the fortune-teller, signaling him to act.
The fortune-teller continued hurriedly "Mister Darby, I also read that you ahve terrible luck. Whoever gets clost to you will definitely be unlucky. Your wife and friends will be struck with misfortune."
"What did you say?" The smile on Darryl's face disappeared, and his tone turned icy-cold.
He crossed the line.
"You..."
The fortune-teller's voice was quivering, feeling intimidated by Darryl's gaze.
"I'm saying that you are unfortunate -"
"How about I give you a prediction too?" Darryl spat, interruping him. "A catastrophe awaits you today."
A catastrophe?
The fortune-teller froze and stared at him blankly. "What catastrophe?"
