"What do you mean?" someone asked for clarification as they did not understand what Aria meant. Aria glanced over, turning the black ring on her finger. "You'll understand when the time comes. Mr. Katz, I'll discuss the details with you once I've made preparations." "Does that mean you'll help us?" Isaiah's eyes welled with tears, and Aria smiled a little. "Not just help. Your business philosophy aligns with the Carvers'. So, we'll succeed together." What could bring more joy than finding a like-minded business partner? Though moved, Isaiah knew he was getting the better deal. "We can't be hasty. You must take 40 percent of my company shares." He turned to those two behind him. "Don't you agree?" "Yes! Of course!" The Draycotts had their eyes on their land. For over a year, they had used various tactics to force their orchards into bankruptcy. They understood perfectly what Aria's intervention meant. She was saving their lives. How could they not be grateful? Others w
But Aria beat Waymond to it. "Uncle Waymond, let's talk privately later." She wanted to discuss financials with Waymond, which were the matters best kept from her grandfather. She had examined his condition and planned to stabilize it gradually with her medicine tonight. Waymond couldn't help but smile at her mature demeanor. "Alright, we'll talk later." Clyde remained unaware of what the two were planning. After the initial Chamber selection concluded, business partners bid farewell to Clyde. They wished him good health and looked forward to the next profit calculation. Orion approached, immediately laying his trap. "Mr. Grisham, I admire your forgiveness. Even after your love-struck daughter nearly ruined the Grishams, you forgave her. Now you trust your granddaughter too. "Aren't you worried she'll bring the same misfortune?" Clyde smiled, his emotions unreadable. "I once saved the disloyal Draycotts. Isn't it natural to be kind to my own granddaughter?" Orion seethed
When Orion heard Aria's words, he glanced at Lily, who spoke right on cue. "Though the Kents are a medical family, we stayed in Southbury and never ventured out. After my grandmother's medical incident, we stopped practicing. "Ms. Carver attended vocational school in Southbury, so perhaps she gained connections after joining the Carvers. Meeting Dr. Farrow would be a blessing for any medical practitioner. "I envy Ms. Carver. At Janovin Medical University, I only heard Dr. Farrow's lectures from afar and was never qualified to approach him." Though Lily's words seemed complimentary, her implication was clear. If she, a top student, couldn't meet Lennox, how could a vocational school graduate possibly do so? No one had heard of connections between Lennox and the Carvers. The crowd caught her meaning, so they watched Aria with speculation and disdain. Orion laughed and said, "Mr. Grisham, you see how young and prideful Aria is. She's unable to keep things to herself and likes ex
Waymond knew Orion's methods well. Given his vengeful nature, he would surely scheme against Aria during the practical phase. Waymond worried for her. Aria needed to win the projects and revive the dying industries, which was an enormous amount of work. He supported helping farmers since the Grisham family always emphasized helping others when the family was wealthy. However, agricultural aid typically brought low returns and struggled to penetrate markets. That explained Isaiah's difficulties. They would need local resource support. "Aria, we need to talk about this." Even Clyde's expression had grown grave. "Waymond, arrange the car. We're returning home." Clyde decided firmly. "Isaiah, wait for our call." Aria realized her grandfather and uncle might have misunderstood. She considered how to explain while noticing Alaric's meaningful glance, asking her to maintain his good-guy persona. Aria muttered helplessly, "I can barely explain my situation, let alone yours." "A
"Someone lit prayer candles for you in Ludwiten?" Caspian asked. As Caspian realized something, his face turned pale. "Boss, when you passed away in your last life, I cleaned up everything connected to you. No one could even approach your grave. "But things were chaotic then, so I might have missed something." During that special period, with war everywhere, even the Royal Hotel had closed. Few things remained intact, but Caspian remembered being extremely careful with anything related to Landon. Landon stood, dark mist rising behind him. "So you don't know?" Caspian quickly shook his head, distancing himself. "Then find out who it was." Landon's tone remained neutral, yet his presence felt suffocating. His emotions always seemed stable. As the crow said, Landon's emotions couldn't be unstable. If they were, Ludwiten's weather would become unpredictable. Meanwhile, Fiona thought meeting Richard was just a chance encounter. When Waymond told her she should return to th
Waymond had always been one who wore his heart on his sleeve, so he teared up. Seeing Fiona this way, his usual stern face crumbled. "If you cared so much about Dad's health, why didn't you come see him as soon as you arrived in Ludwiten?" Fiona paused, realizing something. "I did come home, more than once." "You came back? When?" Eamon could not help asking. Fiona detailed both visits to the Grisham residence. The first time happened before meeting Priscilla. She went straight to the mansion as she was worried about miscommunication. The butler stopped her, apologetically explaining that the family had business troubles. And with Owen's past schemes, her visit would only bring problems. The second time, she was still worried, especially after noticing her childhood friend Priscilla had changed. She tried again. The housekeeper accepted her gifts and promised to convey her sentiments. Fiona had suspected something was off but felt powerless. Her calls wouldn't go through, t
Clyde's lips curved into a gratified smile, his eyes reflecting complex emotions. There was pride in Aria's courage and contemplation of years past. "Aria, you've grown up, and you now have your own thoughts and responsibilities. But courage and determination alone aren't enough. Strategy and method matter just as much." He paused, his tone deepening. "If the Draycotts dare to scheme so openly, they must have hidden plans we don't yet see. You must not only help those in need but also protect yourself from their plots." Aria nodded gently, knowing she needed to share some details to ease Clyde's concerns. "Grandpa, I understand. I've started investigating the Draycotts' activities while seeking the right timing. It's all to make sure each of my steps is solid. "As for funding, I have initial plans for multi-channel financing and will bring in professional teams for risk assessment and management. Don't worry." Clyde had a look of approval on his face. "Good, better safe than
Robert was quick to react. "I-I didn't do it on purpose, Mr. Grisham Senior. I…" He slapped himself hard enough to swell his cheek, making half the housekeepers glance over with pity.Robert added, "Mr. Grisham Senior, you know I've been dealing with family issues. I was distracted. I'm sorry." Robert bowed to Clyde. "It's all my fault."Clyde didn't press him further and waved for him to wipe his sweat. "Nothing serious happened. No need to be so hard on yourself. Just go and bring another pot of tea.""Yes, sir!" As Robert turned to leave, Aria's eyes locked on him. "Wait."He froze and turned back, visibly nervous. "Y-Yes, miss? Do you need something else?"The sight amused Aria. After all, this wasn't her first time at the Grisham residence. Even on her first visit, she'd noticed something off, though she had chosen not to act.Now, however, the timing was perfect. Robert's little scene had made the housekeepers believe the Grisham family was heartless. Aria intended to pla
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