Chapter 1285

"So it really is an ancient god pill," Wyatt muttered, shocked by what he sensed. The energy radiating from the golden pill in Georgia's chest was astonishing—on par with the legendary elixirs crafted by the sacred alchemists of the forgotten era. The thought of possessing such a treasure was tempting, but Wyatt quickly brushed the idea aside. This was Georgia's fortune, her destiny. To take it would mean tearing it from her heart—literally—and Wyatt wasn't that kind of person. "Wyatt, how do you even know about this? Don't tell me you've got X-ray vision or something?" Seeing Wyatt staring blankly at her chest, Georgia shrieked, her hands flying up to cover herself. "You're such a creep!" Wyatt sighed, exasperated. He'd only used his spiritual sense to scan the pill in her heart—not for anything inappropriate—but now she was accusing him of being a pervert. "If you're going to call me one, I might as well play the part," Wyatt muttered under his breath. He let his spi