In the distance, the sound of a man's voice echoed as he strode into the courtyard, his leather shoes clicking against the ground.

Emily glared at him. "It's all because of your useless hypnosis. You promised me that Brendan would gradually fall in love with me if I used it, but look at how it turned out!"

Ryker leaned against a chair. "I don't know why Brendan's willpower is so strong or why his love for Deirdre is so strong… but ultimately, it's because you only learned the superficial aspects. If it was me who hypnotized him, the plan would have succeeded long ago."

"When it comes to hypnosis, I'm not as good as you are. You are indeed amazing for being able to hypnotize Cillian to death," Emily admitted. She wanted to argue because of her unwillingness to give in, but she couldn't refute his words.

She had only been able to make Brendan subconsciously trust her and doubt Deirdre. Yet, after all her efforts, it was still not as effective as a simple i240.

"What are you going to