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
Alaric's gaze felt distant, as though a thin mist separated them. "I promise. Anyway, marriage is the last thing on my mind right now."After all, the person he wanted to marry the most didn't want to marry him. "How about you? When are you going to process your divorce?"Alaric was certain Fiona didn't understand that remaining by Owen's side would eventually destroy her.Fiona furrowed her brows. "I wanted to ask about this before. Don't you know that I'm already divorced?"Alaric froze, and the look in his eyes changed noticeably. Despite his calm demeanor, he stumbled over his words. "Y-You're already divorced?""Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to your ridiculous collaboration." Fiona looked at him meaningfully. "So, was it really your intention to use Waymond to threaten me?"Only now did Alaric truly understand his grandfather's warning about being a cat on a hot tin roof. His fingers twitched. "Yes…""You've always been fond of making unreasonable demands." Fiona's
Alaric's Adam apple bobbed. "Okay. The Sloane family will step back willingly."Alaric had lost. His grandfather had always told him to never reveal his trump card in business, to remain an enigma. Despite his grandfather's disdain for his bloodline, he had taught Alaric what he could, for Alaric was his only grandson.Over the years, Alaric had adhered to that advice and kept his trump card a secret.His father, on the other hand, had hoped for his downfall. But Alaric didn't care. He had no interest in his father's approval as long as he got what he wanted.Alaric also held his maternal grandfather in high regard. The man had brought him to Ludwiten, taught him to write in Farshyan, and had never cared about the color of Alaric's green eyes. As long as Alaric lived honorably, he would remain his grandson.Alaric didn't care how others viewed him, especially now that his grandfather was dead. Still, there were things Alaric would do. He glanced at Fiona. "The Sloane family isn't
Sam looked up and gestured, silently asking why it seemed so difficult."The business world is complicated," Aria explained. "When a company collapses, countless people lose their jobs."Aria could fight the Draycott family with cash flow, but it was a one-time move. Prolonged use would harm the market, and it was uncertain whether small and medium-sized businesses could endure it.Her challenge was to find a way to avoid such an outcome. The ideal solution would be to have support from a decision-maker in the Chamber of Commerce when she needed to fill the funding gap.Bringing down the Draycott family was the easy part. But Barron hadn't built the Chamber of Commerce to tear other enterprises down.Aria rested her face in her hand, deep in thought. She could enter the market as an angel investor and battle the cash flow issue, then convince the Grisham family and the head of the Sloane family to exclude the Draycotts from the Chamber.This would stabilize the situation and help
Fiona opened her mouth, hesitating. "I…"Aria patted her shoulder. "You have the freedom to choose your own path. Look. You brought such a gifted daughter into the world and surrounded her with brothers who adore her. Without you, none of us wouldn't even be here."Fiona laughed softly, dismissing her words. "That's nonsense."Aria leaned in closer. "I'm serious. I was lucky to be born into this family. My stars might not be the brightest, and I can't read my own fate, but I realized something recently. If you weren't my mother, I would've already cut ties with the Carver family."Aria met her gaze. "You've been lost in a fog long enough. If you're willing to act, then do it. I'll take care of those who oppose you."Fiona's eyes glistened with emotion. "I know my daughter is the best in the world.""Mom, did you meet Mr. Sloane on your own accord?" This was the only thing Aria cared to ask.Fiona nodded. "I did."Aria chuckled. "That's all that matters. I believe in your judgme
Society's expectations toward women were inherently unfair because they demanded them to be everything all at once. Women were expected to be perfect mothers and corporate elites. Upon marriage and motherhood, the world often expected them to abandon their careers and stay home.Even if they didn't regret their choices, others would regret it for them. People would claim the woman was only fooling herself and that regret would come sooner or later.And it was true. Eventually, most would regret their decisions.But they made those sacrifices out of love. Even knowing the possible regrets, many mothers chose to become full-time housewives.Were they certain that they'd find happiness for the rest of their lives. Of course not. But they did it willingly anyway.There would always be some who, years later, might say, "I didn't divorce because of you."People said many things. For some reason, the success of a woman's marriage became a measure of her worth, an ironic yet undeniable
Aliya squinted at the unmasked man beside Aria. Now that his face was fully visible, something about him sparked a flicker of recognition. She lowered her gaze, trying to recall where she'd seen him before.Then a sharp gasp cut through the air."He's from the York family… Janovin's York family! Wait—was he Mr. Crow? Were they working together the whole time?"Even though they were all wealthy people, they weren't in the same ranks. No one dared to mess with the York family at all.If the circumstances were different, the arrogant, wealthy people from earlier would've tried to exchange contacts with Landon. That way, they could've partnered up in the future. However, with what had happened that day, those people were in a daze.Meanwhile, Aria knew those people still had no idea what was going on. So, she just removed her disguise and showed them who she really was.Aliya was stunned by what Aria had done. When she saw who the latter truly was, her gaze was filled with jealousy.
The wealthy clients that were left behind at the auction had connections to powerful people, and Dave didn't think Aria was capable enough to deal with every one of them. Although Farshya was well-developed, it had always been a country that focused on connections.Power meant everything, and Dave wanted to see how Aria and her team would deal with his guests. If he remembered correctly, Aliya was the daughter of a great leader in the state. She wanted a womb from a young lady because she wanted to have children.Before the clients got what they wanted, Aria had offended a lot of big shots. Dave thought about it for a second and hoped Aria would suffer as much as he did.Dave was right about one thing. Aliya wasn't anxious at all when someone infiltrated the auction and took control of the event. She was only stunned for a moment at first. Once everything had settled down, she calmed down and even looked a little proud."I suggest you talk to your leader first before deciding to cu
Dave had escaped, but just barely.He'd saved his life, nothing more. The documents he needed to destroy were still intact. Everything had gone completely off script.Every exit had been sealed. If he hadn't killed a villager and disguised himself with a spell, he would've died at the auction. He didn't receive any news about the ambush and was caught entirely off guard.He wasn't in Janovin, and security was that tight there. With his connections, he could've found out what was going to happen in advance. However, that wasn't the case at all.Slipping into a grimy back alley, Dave cursed his luck. Most of his men had been rounded up in the village. He could only hope a few had managed to slip through. But with sirens wailing in the distance, he knew hope was thin."Who the hell was that?" he muttered, wiping dirt off his face with a shaking hand. Normally a stickler for cleanliness, Dave was too rattled to care. "And where's the real Eden?"His mind snapped into action. The scho
Landon's sudden appearance wasn't just a coincidence. With Aria's intelligence, she would figure something out soon—he knew that. He hadn't planned on revealing himself like this. But something that belonged to him was here, and the demonic energy in this place… Aria couldn't face it alone.She studied him from head to toe, her hand still in his. His grip was firm, protective."There's a lot of mist ahead," he said quietly. "We'll need to tread carefully."Aria tilted her head. "You speak like you know this place well.""I do," Landon replied with a calm honesty. "I was deathly ill once. My soul wandered into a place just like this. Homer pulled me back."His voice made it sound like a distant memory, and Aria gave a soft laugh, tightening her hold on his hand. "You really are full of surprises. I guess it's true—handsome men are the most dangerous."But Aria's thoughts were racing. Why had he come after her like this, knowing it would reveal parts of himself he'd tried to keep h
Landon was still handling the stragglers behind Aria when he paused, his gaze flicking upward. Cameras were mounted in every corner—too many eyes. Vanishing without a trace wasn't an option.He glanced in Aria's direction, then lowered his head. His lips moved in a whisper, but the sounds were incomprehensible—something rhythmic, otherworldly. It was less like a speech and more like a chant—an exorcism.Meanwhile, Dave descended into the underground, calm and unrushed. That place reeked of foul energy, dense and suffocating. His master had cast a spell over it—one designed to kill anyone who dared to enter, no matter their strength. Dave wasn't afraid. He had more pressing priorities—destroying documents, erasing traces, minimizing damage.His bodyguard stayed close, watching for anyone who might try to stop them.Aria, moving swiftly, reached the lower floor—only to halt. Mist curled along the ground, thickening with every step. The air turned icy. And the corridor behind her…
"Why would there be people outside?" asked Dave. He had been disguising himself as a doctor for years, and that was the first time he looked so anxious. After all, if someone did approach their building, the villagers would have informed them about it. However, they received no news this time.Dave wondered what was going on."Dr. Dave, what should we do now? I think we're surrounded!"He was still in his coat as he slightly clenched his fists. "Let's move out. Bring the girls in the basement with us.""T-They're not in the basement."When Dave heard that, he looked furious. "What do you mean they're not in the basement?""Someone took them away, and I'm guessing it was her fault!" The bodyguard pointed at Aria, who was standing on the highest point, showing off her skills. With swift, lethal kicks and a taser turned weapon, no one dared get close.Whoever touched Aria would die, and no one dared to approach her at all.As for Landon, he still had his mask on as he stood behind
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