Tiana Thorne was startled for a moment, not expecting the topic to suddenly shift to this.
Unintentionally, she recalled the pure gold plaque in the old Ford family mansion. She squinted slightly at Rouge Jarvis, thinking, she must really believe in ghosts and spirits.
She didn't give a definite answer, only pursed her lips slightly, her expression turning much more serious, responding, "These things, if you believe, they exist; if not, they don't."
Rouge Jarvis's eyes lost focus for a moment, but quickly regained her usual beauty, still tinged with a noble coldness, murmuring, "If you believe, it exists."
"Mm."
Rouge Jarvis looked at her, her eyes deep, her red lips moved: "Then can you predict Poppy's next life?"
She hesitated for a moment, saw a flash of pallor and hope in her eyes, hesitated again, and asked, "Are you sure you want me to tell your fortune?"
"Can you predict it?"
