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,
Lily remained unaware of that detail until the Royal Hotel staff came to collect the silver dollars."Four silver dollars? I thought each round only cost two." Her voice turned sharp with disbelief. With eight coins in total, losing four would leave her with just four. Meanwhile, Aria still had five after winning the phone. Aria now had more coins than her! This revelation left Lily reeling. Not only her but half the powerful families behind her rose to their feet. This was exactly what Orion had feared. No one dared to make trouble at the Royal Hotel unless they wanted misfortune. Before he could intervene, Lily snapped at the server. "Are you joking? The rules keep changing. Did you even notify anyone about this?""Mind your tone, Ms. Kent." The server spoke flatly, "We designed this following Mr. Draycott's request for fairness in Chamber membership. Our auction isn't simply about winning items. As businessmen, you should be wary of market traps."Never having studied bus
The man crossed his legs and flicked imaginary ash from his fingers. He glanced toward Caspian, the figurehead owner, and wide-eyed Andrew beside him. His tone remained neutral. "Why are you standing there? Go collect the payment.""Yes... right away!" Andrew hurried off, still stunned by the revelation of the real hotel boss behind the scenes.In the hall, Aria raised an eyebrow slightly. Was it her imagination? The man's way of handling things felt strangely familiar. His tactics were impossible to defend against. It was making Orion eat humble pie while forcing the Draycotts to pay compensation. She admired that style of doing things. Making no effort to hide her desire to meet him, Aria made a heart gesture toward the security camera, suggesting future collaboration.Seeing this, the man's usually detached gaze darkened. He didn't believe she had guessed his identity, so why the heart gesture? "Have you met her before?" He turned to Caspian, his presence overwhelming
Those standing with Aria exchanged glances. Some barely contained their joy, while others wore bewildered expressions. Clyde burst into hearty laughter, looking at his precious granddaughter with pride. "Brilliant! As expected of my granddaughter. You remind me of myself in my younger days. "I was too traditional, and you don't need your uncle's guidance. That amateur couldn't teach you much anyway." Waymond's expression turned complex. Clyde showed such double standards. Before Aria arrived, he'd praised Waymond as a promising merchant. Now, with Aria here, Waymond had been demoted to an amateur. Still, Aria had played the game well. Setting aside the items' nature, she had managed to trap the opposition through numbers alone. He could not help but grin; his niece was indeed brilliant. Aria remained gracious, addressing her grandfather earnestly. "Grandpa, I still need to learn from Uncle Waymond. When it comes to practical matters, his oversight gives me confidence." Waym
Bruce, who had first pledged loyalty to the Draycotts, could only agree with Orion now. He had been the first to reject Aria's partnership offer. Admitting that she had calculated everything correctly from the start would make him look foolish. Besides, Lily still held her trump card; she was able to predict the stock market. On that point alone, no one could compete with her in real business. While Bruce wanted his share of the stock market profits, others who had lost weren't thinking the same way. Some had already recognized Aria's capabilities. "Mr. Draycott, we should be careful." Not everyone in business circles was easily fooled. "Looking at Mr. Grisham's reaction, this wasn't his plan. Ms. Carver certainly has skill. "She must have noticed the special bidding rules for item four early on. Whether she won or not, bidding would cost four silver dollars. So she calculated the numbers from the start to trap Ms. Kent." Someone understood. "You mean regardless of what we
Before Aria arrived, Orion and the others had tried everything to keep the Carvers out of the Chamber. They even tried to stir trouble between the Grishams and Carvers. Now, their defenses had crumbled. The prominent families who had acted dishonestly felt especially uneasy. Barron had founded the Chamber, and over the years, they had used its reputation to secure numerous private gains. They refused to surrender such a profitable organization that concealed their schemes, let alone return it. As soon as Aria became a Chamber member, certain investors began to move. The Draycott faction harbored various schemes. They had to bring her down before she could restore the Carver family to public prominence; their survival depended on it. In today's digital age, even the biggest merchants feared reputation damage the most. If the public discovered the truth about how they had pushed out the Chamber's rightful founders while profiting from its patriotic reputation, the backlash would de
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
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