Priscilla's fate left everyone shaken. She had undoubtedly become the Chamber's laughingstock. Businessmen were never fools. It was clear Priscilla had lied about her connection to the Sloane family. What about Orion? Would Alaric really back him financially? While everyone speculated, the aloof man suddenly spoke to Aria. His attitude was unreadable as his deep green eyes settled on her. "What did you want to discuss?" Instantly, the crowd erupted in whispers. Orion's face turned as withered as autumn leaves. He stood frozen and could not speak a word. Alaric's status in the business world left him powerless. Aria now showed perfect manners. "May we speak privately?" Alaric signaled his bodyguard, and the foreign-looking man with an earpiece cleared a path. "You don't have much time left." Alaric was referring to the auction items. Aria was unbothered. "Then I'll be brief." A wall of people separated them from the others. No one could hear their conversation. As Or
At that moment, Alaric realized Aria knew something—especially about his feelings. As he stopped hiding it, his gaze settled back on her. "I did something that upset your mother. She probably sees me as some scoundrel who takes what he wants and ruins families." "To be frank, even if my mother hadn't gotten divorced, you wouldn't have given up on her, right?" Aria said, then added, "You're way better than that good-for-nothing father of mine." Those words restored Alaric's confidence. "Really?" "Of course. You're much more handsome than he is. Richer too, I bet." Aria counted off on her fingers. "Most importantly, you actually care about my mother." Alaric didn't deny it. His voice grew serious. "So, are you here to tell me you'll help me pursue your mother?" Before Aria could speak, he continued, "I won't use her as part of any deal." Aria smiled. "I feel the same way, Alaric. My mother shouldn't be used as a bargaining chip." Good, so Alaric truly loved Fiona to his c
Alaric's devotion to Fiona was undeniable, so it was hard to imagine why he had lived so recklessly in his youth. Fiona's misunderstanding made sense. Even ignoring his past, who would believe he could be so loyal and devoted with looks like his? Aria then recalled Owen's old schemes. In her dreams, they were crystal clear. She had not studied it closely before, but thinking back now, she suspected Fiona's marriage to the Carver family had been orchestrated. Still, if Fiona had not married into the Carver family, Aria wouldn't exist. If this truly was Fiona's regret from her youth, Aria hoped to use this opportunity to uncover the whole truth. Their conversation seemed long but lasted only three minutes. When the black-clad bodyguards stepped aside, Alaric announced, "Business battles here aren't child's play. The Sloane family has no interest in unprofitable ventures." After that, he headed back to the crowd. Standing far away, Clyde's brows furrowed with worry. And Orion
"Would all guests please return to their seats? We'll now begin the bidding." The performer on stage raised his hand. "We've placed silver dollars in the container on each table. The auction items will follow the same principle—the highest bid wins." As everyone looked down, they found out that the silver dollars were genuine. "Just this one must be worth quite a bit." "What? Do you actually dare try selling anything from the Royal Hotel?" The silver dollars were all from 1914, which meant that the treasures here must be abundant. While playing with the silver dollar, Aria suddenly became curious about the Royal Hotel's current owner. Once this was over, she planned to investigate who was running such a unique establishment and when it was built. As she pondered this, Caspian felt an inexplicable chill down his spine across the wall. "First item, starting bid one silver dollar. Interested guests may raise their paddles now." The first item was a phone holder. Aria kne
"Tell Ms. Kent to keep raising. Since Aria actually dares to wage a price war with the Draycott family, let's teach her a lesson." According to tradition, each party started at auction with only two silver dollars. More partners meant more silver dollars accumulated. In addition to the Grisham and Carver families, only six groups stood with Aria. Meanwhile, at least 16 people backed Lily. Aria was severely outnumbered in silver dollars. This was Lily's most satisfying moment all year. She glanced at Aria across the room and raised her paddle. "16 silver dollars." She believed this number would hurt Aria the most. If Aria bid, she would have only two silver dollars left, while Lily would still have 18. With five projects remaining, Aria would be finished. If Aria did not bid, each failed bid would waste two silver dollars. Lily would always have the upper hand. It was a perfect opening move. She could not wait to see how badly Aria would lose. "16 silver dollars once, 16 s
Silence fell over the room instantly. Orion suddenly realized something as he glanced at the silver dollars in Lily's hand. Lily had never actually done business before. She relied only on her knowledge of trending news since her rebirth to show off. How could she spot the problem? She was still gloating. "Eight silver dollars for the third item? I'll take it then." She accepted the face mask from the hostess. Meanwhile, Aria casually draped her suit jacket to the side, looking cool and unbothered. "Whatever makes you happy." The seasoned players in the room had now finally caught on. Aria might not have wanted the third item at all—she was just draining their silver dollars! "This is bad!" came the first reaction from the Draycott faction. "We're down to eight silver dollars, but they still have 12! She did it on purpose!" Lily stood there holding the face mask, clearly confused. But Orion had no time for her now. He wondered if Aria was actually trying to deplete their si
Orion's face darkened. How humiliating to fall into such a trap, especially in front of Alaric of the Sloane family! He knew Alaric must have seen through everything. Why else would he have raised an eyebrow at the bid as he sipped his tea? Orion clenched his fists. This marked his first major blunder in front of potential investors. Between Aria's maneuvers and Clyde's schemes, they had made him look like a complete fool. Just as Orion drew a deep breath to compose himself, someone shouted from across the room, "A phone. The fourth item is actually a phone!" A phone? Orion's eyes darted toward the stage. Until now, all items had remained sealed in boxes, so their contents were a mystery. Upon seeing the revealed item, his face was filled with dismay. While the Chamber of Commerce maintained certain annual traditions, the finer details often changed. This year, Orion had entrusted everything to the Royal Hotel. His logic seemed simple enough; they would win regardless. Th
"Don't be rash—" Before Orion could finish, Lily had already called out her bid. He could not stop her in time. Only now had he noticed the fine print beneath each auction item, and his blood ran cold. His earlier anger had turned to creeping dread. Orion could only pray that Aria had not noticed the rule details and that his fears were unfounded. Yet at that moment, Aria spoke with perfect composure, "Seven silver dollars." "Seven? Can bids be in odd numbers?" "Weren't all bids supposed to be even?" While some remained confused, others' expressions had already shifted. The auctioneer continued steadily, "Seven silver dollars, going once, seven silver dollars, going twice..." "What should we do? Should we bid?" "How can we? We only have eight silver dollars total!" "Then let it go. Wait for the next item." "But it's a phone. What good is a phone mount without a phone?" "Maybe the next item will be better." Amid the murmurs, the auctioneer tapped his gavel. "Quiet,
Amos was too stunned to react. One side of his face throbbed with pain, and fish oil clung to his hair, glistening from the dish he had been slammed into.He had always eaten fish a particular way—only one side. No matter how expensive the fish, he refused to flip it over, believing that leaving it untouched brought good fortune.But today, that superstition had been smashed—along with his pride. Pinned to the table, Amos hadn't even found the time to get angry. Confusion flickered in his eyes as he struggled to rise.Then Lucas spoke, his words crashing down like a stone wall."Amos Lune, you conspired with the Draycott and Fitzroy families to crush honest entrepreneurs. You've abused your position shamelessly."Lucas didn't stop. His tone cut sharper with each sentence."We also have evidence linking you to a human organ trafficking ring in Bellebrook. You've disgraced the people who supported your rise—and the country that invested in you."Lucas had been suppressing his ange
Lucas shook his head steadily. "Not yet."Amos, still basking in the glow of his "victory", had no idea what was coming. He answered Durand's call with a smug smile. On the other end, Durand's laughter rang out loud and triumphant."Mr. Lune, you should've seen the Grisham brothers' faces! I bet they never expected to be abandoned like that!"You played it brilliantly. One quiet move, and boom—the Grisham family's out of the Chamber of Commerce. From here, it's just a slow bleed. They'll lose everything."Amos kept his tone cool. "This isn't enough. Keep pushing the online chatter. The narrative needs to focus on how their precious granddaughter cost so many investors their savings. And don't forget her carefully crafted persona—it's about to unravel."He paused, voice crisp. "Reach out to the other businessmen. Now that the Grishams can't offer any benefits, it's time for everyone to take a bite. You understand, don't you, Durand?"Durand took a moment, then replied, "Right. Got
Cormac even thought of leaving some of his influence behind after retiring. This way, he could still have some power over decisions. He thought he could remind Lucas that not just anyone could do his job well. Therefore, Cormac remained calm after receiving the note. He was already so used to handling his daughter's troubles.Cormac strode into his lounge and asked Pedro, "Is it drunk driving again? Don't you know how to handle it?""It's not drunk driving." Pedro still seemed out of it.Cormac's expression darkened. "It's not drunk driving? Was she on drugs again? I already reminded you numerous times to get someone to keep an eye on her. Which stage of the process is she at right now? Call the people from the drug-testing institution.""No. That's not it." Pedro took off his glasses and his badge.Cormac finally realized that Pedro seemed off. "What happened? Just tell me. I doubt she'll kill someone. Although my daughter is troublesome, she won't do something like that. I kno
Aliya had never heard of the Special Missions Unit until today. But after seeing Pedro's panicked reaction, it didn't take long for her to realize that this was a group with more authority than even her father.Still, some people lived so long in privilege that they convinced themselves they were untouchable. Logic no longer applied to them.Aria was done entertaining Aliya's ignorance. With a flick of her wrist, she signaled someone to silence her. Then, she turned to Aliya with icy disdain."Don't worry," Aria said. "I'll take you with me when I pay your father a visit. Then we can ask him together what his name truly means in this state."Her voice was calm but sharp."You seem to have forgotten that his power—any power—comes from the people. And now, you're using that power to treat their lives like currency. To buy yourself a life of superiority."She stepped closer. "Organ trafficking is illegal here. That's the crime we've confirmed so far. But don't worry. We'll find the
When Pedro heard that it was the Special Missions Unit, his forehead was covered in sweat immediately. Even his mind had gone blank. At that moment, all he could think about was how doomed they were!Others might not have heard of the unit before. However, as a state official, there was no way Pedro wouldn't know them. In fact, the Special Missions Unit was something they had no control over.Technically, the Special Missions Unit had way more clearance than they did. After all, they were in charge of big cases. Sometimes, they would even work with the special troops.The Special Missions Unit belonged to the country, and they were extremely mysterious. Even people with high clearance wouldn't know who they were in real life.Pedro only managed to find his voice after a long time. As he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he chuckled awkwardly."Oh, this is all a misunderstanding. May I know who I am speaking to? I never expected the Special Missions Unit to be carrying out a missio
Aliya had never met Aria before, but this was the first time she'd seen a young woman more poised—and far more arrogant—than herself. That only fueled her rage. And the fact that Aria was stunningly beautiful didn't help either.Scoffing, she snapped, "Do you dare let us make our calls? Let's see if you still look so smug after that."The other wealthy attendees stiffened. None of them moved. With Aria in the room, they had the sinking feeling that calling in favors wouldn't end well.Aria merely tilted her head and smiled. "Of course," she said, then turned to her team. "Please hand this lady her phone. Let her make her call."The members of the Special Missions Unit didn't question her. They knew Aria well enough to understand what she was doing—she wanted the bigger fish. The call would be recorded, and with any luck, it would lead them straight to someone higher up the chain.Aliya was momentarily thrown off by Aria's easy agreement. But she quickly chalked it up to ignorance.
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