Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 136: Could it really be some kind of spiritual power?

When Katherine saw Ethan’s fingers reaching towards her, she frowned slightly. She had always been averse to physical contact, but the moment his fingertips touched her, a strange sensation surged through her.

Katherine shuddered and slammed on the brakes, causing her silver Corolla to screech to a halt in the middle of the street.

“Whew—what?”

She gasped for air, her hand clutching her neck, her eyes wide with shock and confusion as she stared at Ethan.

“The human body is actually quite fragile,” Ethan said with a mysterious smile. “Do you really think we have full control over it?”

He had just used a skill called “Weakness Implantation” to create a sensitive spot on her neck.

Katherine, being a grown woman, instantly understood the odd sensation at her neck.

She gently touched her neck with her fingers, feeling a bizarre, soul-stirring sensation.

This strange stimulation triggered a wave of embarrassment in her.

It was akin to being in a crowded public place and touching one’s clitoris.

For her, a prosecutor, this was overwhelmingly intense.

“What’s going on here?” Katherine clenched her fists, wishing she could just disappear into a hole.

“It’ll pass once the power I’ve injected dissipates, depending on your physique,” Ethan explained, putting a spin on his skill.

Weakness Implantation lasted for an hour, but as a level 1 skill, he couldn’t change the location of the implanted weakness.

If Katherine asked him to move it somewhere else right now, he couldn’t really do it.

He was basically just trying to soothe her.

Hearing this, Katherine’s expression fluctuated between cloudy and clear, her eyes filled with wariness.

Car horns blared behind them,her sudden braking had caused a traffic jam.

Katherine turned away, pressed the gas pedal, and drove off.

Ethan, sitting in the passenger seat, could feel her occasional wary glances. His use of Weakness Implantation had dispelled any doubts Katherine might have had about him.

The car stopped in front of the prosecutor’s office.

Katherine unbuckled her seatbelt. “For the next seven days, you’ll be under my protection as a key witness.”

“No problem,” Ethan replied nonchalantly, already formulating his plans. He unbuckled his seatbelt and followed Katherine out of the car.

The prosecutor’s office was part of a special investigative unit within the judicial system.

From the outside, it looked like a fairly ordinary building.

Katherine led the way inside, with Ethan close behind.

They went upstairs to the office area.

To Ethan, it felt like walking into some IT company, with rows of desks and dozens of uniformed staff busy with paperwork or on the phone.

A tall man approached them, smiling at Katherine and handing her a stack of documents. “Katherine, here’s all the data collected by the police three years ago on cases related to the Crimson Cartel.”

“I’ve already confirmed everything by phone,all the parties involved can be contacted. I didn’t go further to avoid raising suspicions.”

Katherine took the documents, her previously furrowed brow finally relaxing a bit. “Lucas, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Lucas said with an encouraging smile. “Minister Carter wanted me to remind you that you’re not fighting alone. We’re all here to support you.”

“Right,” Katherine replied, her usually icy demeanor flickering slightly.

Lucas turned to Ethan. “And who is this?”

“He’s my informant. He’ll be assisting me with the paperwork these days,” Katherine said coolly.

“Alright, call me if you need anything,” Lucas said, his gaze shifting from Ethan’s youthful appearance back to Katherine. Clearly, anyone would mistake Ethan for a high school student.

He seemed quite taken with Katherine.

Katherine led Ethan into an inner office.

As the office door closed behind them.

“That man has feelings for you,” Ethan started, continuing his mysterious act to lay the groundwork for his plans.

“I can somewhat see the fluctuations in a person’s soul, and his lit up when he saw you.”

“What do you mean?” Katherine sat down at her desk, frowning.

She was skeptical about all this mystical stuff, but Ethan’s actions today forced her to take him seriously.

“Just think of it as a special ability,” Ethan said, spreading his hands. “I have a higher spiritual sense than most, which allows me to judge whether someone is lying to a certain extent. Have you ever heard of John Dee? Legend has it he could see through people’s hearts. It’s a form of having a heightened spiritual sense.”

“So, you can see through lies?” Katherine’s attention was instantly captured.

As a prosecutor, knowing whether someone was lying would be an incredible skill to have.

“It’s not as mystical as it sounds,” Ethan said casually, clapping his hands. “That’s not my area of expertise,my abilities are more suited for combat.”

He pointed at a vase on the desk and made a strange gesture with one hand, using the ability “Void Dick.”

The vase shattered with a loud crash, scattering dirt and debris across the floor.

Katherine watched as the vase disintegrated into thin air, the destruction of something familiar causing an even stronger mental shock.

In her eyes, Ethan had merely gestured, and the vase exploded.

If the vase had been a human head, the outcome would have been no different.

Katherine felt a chill run down her spine. The so-called spiritual abilities were terrifying, capable of killing without a trace.

Her look at Ethan now included a hint of wariness.

“Please don’t use your spiritual powers unnecessarily,” she said.

“No problem,” Ethan replied, then walked over to the sofa and lay down, making himself comfortable. “You’ll need to cover meals for the next few days.”

“Okay.” Katherine sat back at her desk, beginning to sort through documents, her eyes occasionally stealing glances at Ethan.

She needed some time to process the bizarre events of the day.

Her worldview, built over more than twenty years, had been shattered in just one afternoon.

She had a lot to consider.

Time ticked by.

Katherine’s phone buzzed with a message from Lucas.

It was a personal profile.

“Name: Ethan Jones, Age: 18, Family:…”

After returning to the office, Katherine had secretly asked Lucas to investigate Ethan’s personal details.

The information seemed too ordinary.

She continued reading, her brow furrowing.

“Congenital heart disease, progressive muscular atrophy, has received two critical condition notices, yet miraculously recovered?”

Katherine glanced at Ethan out of the corner of her eye. He lay on the sofa, casually playing with his phone, not looking at all like a sick person.

“Could it really be some kind of spiritual power?”

Katherine quietly put down her phone, having pieced together the young man’s life story in her mind.

Stricken with a terminal illness, he gained spiritual powers, used them to heal himself, and then leveraged his abilities to make money.

It made sense.

Ethan knew Katherine was watching him and that she would investigate him. All of this was part of his plan.

He intended to gain the beautiful prosecutor’s trust, making her believe only in him, achieving a form of mental control in a sense.