"I've got a way to handle the Chamber of Commerce," Aria said.There was no way she would let someone this elderly worry about her affairs. Besides, joining the Chamber of Commerce would be easy for her. After all, she was one of the few angel investors around.Only Harry and a select few knew this about her. The rest of the world was oblivious.Even Warren had never imagined that his young granddaughter could be an angel investor.If this information were to spread, it would sound downright unbelievable.But that was just the kind of person Aria was. Her ability to rake in money was top-notch, and her business acumen was unmatched.What started as a whim to try her hand at investing ended up making her an angel investor almost by accident.If the elite families in the Chamber of Commerce ever learned about this, they would stop ridiculing Aria for not understanding venture capital. After all, some of their companies might very well have Aria as a stakeholder.While they relied
"In the dream, Great-great-Grandpa used a youth paper to send me a message, telling me I must return home to take a look," Aria said. "He left something for me. Did he tell you anything before he passed away?"This question made Rory pause momentarily.When he looked back at Aria, his gaze carried an entirely different emotion. His hands trembled slightly."I've finally waited long enough," Rory said, his eyes reddening. "When Mr. Barron was lying on his bed, he told me that someday, someone would come to retrieve the things he left behind. When that time came, no matter who was in charge of the Carver family, I was to serve that person."In the beginning, I tried to sound Mr. Warren out, but he seemed completely unaware of this matter. Later, I realized Mr. Barron's instructions were designed for an unknown person. He didn't know who this person would be or when they would arrive. It all became a mystery."Rory's voice shook as he continued, "I've waited long enough. I once thoug
Rory's final sentence carried a note of doubt.How could he not know whether Aria had been to Ludwiten?Based on her age, Aria hadn't even been born when Barron passed away. Why would Barron say their connection began with the youth paper?Only then did Rory realize there was a logical inconsistency in all of this. He was genuinely worried something had gone wrong.However, Aria gently held his arm and smiled. "I've been here before, and I've been to the old residence as well."Rory looked completely stunned. What did she mean by that?"I'll slowly uncover the things Great-great-Grandpa left for me," she said as she picked up the youth paper hanging nearby. This time, though, she carefully folded it and placed it in her black bag."I won't just hand over the Chamber of Commerce that Great-great-Grandpa built to someone else. So, Rory, are you ready to take on a new role?"Rory felt the rush of youthful energy stirring in his veins. "Of course. It's not just me. Everyone else in
"You know about that?" Rory's understanding of his new employer deepened further.Aria nodded slightly. "I've heard some things, but there's one question I'd like to ask, Rory. What role does the Sloane family play in all this? And why would their new patriarch send an invitation to the Carver family?"This question had been puzzling her. No matter how she analyzed it, it didn't make sense. Why would they want the Carver family to participate in the Chamber of Commerce?Rory frowned as well. "The Chamber of Commerce invitation came from the Sloane family?""Yeah." Aria's lips curled in a faint, incredulous smile. "They even delivered it to the hotel. It's ridiculous."He pondered for a moment. "Let me ask Hayden. He might know."Before long, another elderly man entered, his steps light.Rory asked the question in sign language.Hayden nodded, then motioned for Rory to look at his phone.Rory's gaze fell on the screen, and after a brief silence, he handed it to Aria.Aria had
It was Alaric who had phoned Fiona. He got straight to the point. "Your daughter coming to Ludwiten to attend the Chamber of Commerce means she's stepping on someone else's toes. Tomorrow, the Grisham family won't be helping her. I have a way to handle it."Fiona was no longer the naïve girl she once was. Her fingers tightened slightly as she replied, "So, what's your proposal?""Proposal?" The low laugh on the other end of the line sounded like smoke being exhaled. In fact, Alaric was standing on the top floor of the central tower in Ludwiten, glancing around at the business associates attending his private gathering. People were drinking, and there was no shortage of beautiful women nearby.He extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, turned toward a group of people attempting to approach him with glasses raised, and lightly swirled his glass.With a subtle lift of his eyebrows, his bodyguard stepped in, blocking both men and women trying to start a conversation.Everyon
Fiona knew he wouldn't use this kind of trick to deceive her.In her memory, Alaric had always been this way—reckless, untamed, and never one to stoop to lying. If he wanted something, he would take it outright. However, she still needed to confirm it for herself.She didn't end the call. After hearing what he said, the first thing she did was check the company records. Sure enough, there was a small company under her second brother's name.It matched what Alaric had described perfectly.Fiona's face turned pale."Who else knows about this?" Fiona's voice trembled slightly.Alaric was the opposite, sitting casually, his tone nonchalant. "No one else. I stopped it here.""I'll come find you," she said, biting her lips. She had only one thought. It was to take the files from Alaric and find a way to correct the mistake.Alaric's sharp eyes flickered. He picked up the suit jacket draped over the couch. "I'm right next door to your hotel. You don't need to come far. Just head downs
The driver got out of the car after reaching the destination, leaving Fiona and Alaric in the back seat.Even with her damp hair, Fiona looked far from disheveled. In fact, the look in her eyes seemed clearer than before.People had described Fiona's beauty as beyond this world and as going against her age.She was delicate and graceful like the beautiful women described in novels. It was as if she was destined to be liked. Not only was her waist slim, but her wrist was also delicate and fragile. With her black hair cascading down and her gaze misty, she exuded an irresistible charm."I don't understand." Fiona wasn't intimidated by Alaric and didn't shy away. Instead, she looked straight at him. "With your position, you can get together with any woman you want. Why would you come up with such a condition? Just like you said, this collaboration isn't worth the effort for you.""Didn't I tell you the answer before?" Alaric leaned back and didn't look at Fiona. As his face was hidde
Fiona could feel his warm touch on her wrist. The sensation felt like it could start a fire within her. The feeling was similar to when she wanted to give him an umbrella. Back then, he'd pressed down her wrist with a flicker in his gaze. "Do you like me?"With how handsome Alaric was, Fiona believed that any woman would have feelings for him. However, at the same time, they knew he was dangerous and could not be controlled.After all, Alaric had way too many ex-girlfriends. He would frequently move on to new relationships once he got bored. Therefore, Fiona had long disregarded him as a potential love interest. Plus, she preferred to focus on her studies rather than finding a boyfriend at the time. Although Fiona's heart skipped a beat, she soon realized he was just fooling around."Here's an umbrella. You shouldn't be in the rain when you're already sick." Fiona had just wanted to give him an umbrella. After all, she would have done the same for everyone as the class preside
Chaos erupted at the auction. For all their pride and arrogance, the wealthy clients' expressions had twisted into pure panic the moment something went wrong.So, their first reaction was to seek a staff member."The power's unstable!" Dave spoke into the microphone, trying to project calm. "Everyone, stay calm. There's scheduled maintenance in town—it's just affecting the electricity. Nothing's wrong."He genuinely believed that. It was what he'd been told.But Aria knew better. The blackout wasn't random. It was a signal. Sam had tracked down the source of the call. With the exits sealed off, Aria had everything she needed to act.A faint smirk curled on her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed Landon and swiftly took Aliya hostage. Her movements were sharp, practiced, so fast that no one around her even had time to react.Then came the needles.Aria flicked her wrist, sending a series of acupuncture needles flying. The rich guests closest to her froze in place, locked in stu
Tony's accusation stirred a ripple through the room, and it didn't escape Dave's attention. With a subtle flick of his wrist, he signaled to someone nearby.Aria caught the movement. Her fingers tensed, ready to slip free of the rope she had already loosened. But before she could act, she heard a smooth, composed voice glide through the air."I need her to boost my luck," the man said coolly. "I've done my research. She's the ideal bride for someone like me."Dave stopped in his tracks, and it seemed like he was telling someone else to verify what Landon had said."Sir, it checks out," one of the staff murmured after a brief consultation. "Mr. Crow's fate is complicated. The master said only a spiritual match could extend his life. Otherwise, he won't make it past his next birthday."Dave let out a low chuckle, visibly relaxing. "Well then, Mr. Crow, it seems you've come to the right place. Please—carry on, everyone."Aria listened in stunned silence. Landon hadn't lied. His life
Aria couldn't tear her eyes away from Dave.He was still quietly speaking to the man on the screen, their exchange shrouded in secrecy. No one nearby could hear what they were saying—but Aria could guess. It had to be a deal of some sort, something about her. Everything about Dave's posture, the glint in his eyes, told her this wasn't just business. It was personal.She glanced up at the clock again, nerves coiling in her chest. Something was wrong. Sam was taking longer than usual. That wasn't like him.The auction was nearing its close. They couldn't miss the chance to strike. Sasha, glowing with excitement, clapped her hands and declared, "Six million! It looks like no one else is bidding—congratulations to our newest member, Mr. Tiger—""Ten million dollars."The voice sliced clean through the noise, calm, clear, and cold.Everyone turned toward it.A man stood at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a sleek tuxedo dusted with black feathers, his mask intricate and dark.T
Aria had once told Sam to avoid chaos if he could—but she'd also said that when desperation knocked, rules could bend.Now was one of those moments.Sam hesitated only briefly before diving in.He had to know who was behind this. Who kept targeting Aria? Who was pulling the strings in the dark? And once Sam decided on something, there was no turning back.Without Aria by his side, he breached the system, knowing full well the other side had already alerted the police.The firewall he faced wasn't just tough—it was nearly impenetrable. It filtered everything, controlling access with surgical precision. But Sam wasn't interested in the broader network. He narrowed his focus and cut straight to the source, filtering out all the noise to lock onto the actual IP.The auction raged on aboveground. The man behind the screen, confident in his usual routine, remained calm and unaware that the mask he'd worn for years was finally slipping. He'd always stayed out of sight, appearing only
While Aria discreetly signaled to move, the auction hall was buzzing with excitement. Laughter echoed, wine glasses clinked, and the room pulsed with greed.Sasha's voice came through the mic, smooth and cheerful. "While everyone's enjoying themselves, let's welcome our latest arrival of the evening."She glanced at the man beside her—her bodyguard—who immediately stiffened under her gaze.To the crowd, it looked like he was escorting Aria to the stage under control. In truth, Aria's hand was already pressed lightly against his chest, right over a poisoned pressure point. He knew better than to resist—he'd seen what she was capable of.And she'd made her warning crystal clear—if she was exposed or captured, he wouldn't live to see morning.The guests didn't notice a thing. All eyes were on Aria, their expressions hungry. They saw value in her—fresh, young, healthy. To them, she wasn't a person. She was premium merchandise.She was brought to stand beside a young woman who had alr
Eamon and Waymond had just been thrown out of the Chamber of Commerce. Waymond's face was flushed with fury, his eyes red. "Eamon, why didn't you let me speak earlier? Mr. Lincoln was being unreasonable!"Eamon, ever perceptive, shook his head. "Mr. Lincoln's been bribed. He was never going to take our side."Wise and strategic, Eamon had always been top of his class—but now, he was even sharper when it came to reading a room."I'm guessing Aria found something during her investigation that made them nervous," he continued. "Durand couldn't have controlled Lincoln on his own. There's more to it."Waymond frowned, still struggling to piece things together. "But who could bribe Mr. Lincoln? Not even the mayor has that kind of sway. He's—""What if it's someone from the state?" Eamon cut in, eyes flicking back toward the building. "We need to tell Dad. There's no point in staying here, but there is someone we can talk to.""Who?" Waymond asked quickly. "Lucas Murray—the new secr
Durand's expression darkened; Eamon was right. Amos and the official from the state had originally wanted to work with the Grishams, especially Eamon. That was why they used the Fitzroys as a bridge to approach him. Unfortunately, Magdalene had failed to establish any rapport with the Grishams.Instead, she kept criticizing Eamon, claiming he followed Laura's every word, and insisted they had plenty of ways to manipulate the Grishams. In the end, the divorce erupted into a scandal, and the entire Fitzroy family was imprisoned.Ironically, Eamon's actions only impressed the state official more. Durand had even heard Amos say that their leader hoped Eamon would continue working with them as his involvement would ensure their plans progressed smoothly.That knowledge burned Durand with frustration. No matter what he did, he could never measure up to Eamon."It looks like you still haven't grasped the situation, Mr. Grishman. Mr. Grisham Senior has begged everyone, but where did it le
"I'm happy to take over the Grishams' responsibilities," Durand said.Waymond scoffed coldly. "You're not worthy of it.""Mr. Lincoln, it seems someone's not too happy with you."Durand, dressed like a gentleman as always, adjusted his glasses and replied calmly, "Waymond, you've been in this business long enough to know how things work. The Grishams have gained a lot over the years. It's not up to you to decide whether to hold on to it."Leonardo stood, trying to ease the tension. "There's no point in arguing. Let's settle this the traditional way—with an anonymous vote. Everyone, write down whether you think the Grishams should step down. Let the vote speak for itself. That way, it'll be fair."He instructed someone to bring in a box, paper, and pens. Each member was handed a set. It was more for show than anything else; everyone already knew how the vote would go.Eamon saw right through their performance, his gaze turning cold as he sat silently. The votes were quickly cast an
"Mr. Grisham, how long your niece stays locked up isn't up to us—it depends on the severity of her crime," Durand said. "As a member of the Chamber of Commerce, you should understand how serious the situation she's stirred up really is. Haven't you read any of the online news?"People are now hoping the Grisham family goes bankrupt. They're even demanding that we, the Chamber, investigate this matter ourselves!"His words made those who had previously wanted to side with the Grishams start to hesitate. With the Draycotts and Fitzroys already doomed, the Grishams had seemed like the next best option. But no one had expected Aria to make such a critical mistake.Public sentiment had turned sharply. The Chamber of Commerce was now being blamed for enabling an economic disaster. What angered the public most was Aria's carefully crafted image. If she'd shown her true colors from the start, they might have ignored her. But pretending to be righteous, only to betray the common people—that w