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
Another housekeeper also added, "That's right. Ms. Carver, it's best to choose us."Robert listened to the accusations swirling around him, never expecting the loyalty he had nurtured for years to vanish so quickly.Most of these staff members worked at the Grisham residence because of him. He had covered for their laziness, ensuring they continued receiving their salaries despite their negligence. Yet now, they were conspiring against him.Robert's lips curled into a bitter sneer. If they wanted a fight, he would give them one. "Ms. Carver, I admit I'm at fault today. But most of the people here are careless and constantly complain that the Grisham family is stingy. How can they properly care for Mr. Grisham Senior with such dissatisfaction?""They called the Grisham family stingy?" Aria's eyes darkened as she scanned the room.The staff, mostly newcomers, shrank under her gaze—except for Robert, who wore a smug expression.Aria turned back to Robert. "As the Grisham family's bu
Clyde spoke up at this moment. "Eamon, what do you mean by that?"The usually refined Eamon spoke through gritted teeth. "It's all my fault for employing people who betrayed the Grisham family. "Dad, we misunderstood Fiona. She's been trying to get in touch with us all these years. She suffered from an illness that caused hallucinations, making it hard for her to tell dreams from reality. "Even with all that, she kept trying to come back to the family. Just a few days ago, she came to the house to see you."Eamon's gaze fell on Robert, who lay crumpled on the floor, and the housekeepers who stood frozen, hoping to feign innocence. "They refused to let her in. They kept it from us every single time."Clyde's face flushed, and his breath grew uneven.Aria quickly stepped forward, pressing her fingers to his pulse. "Grandpa, calm down. The truth is out now, and it's not too late."Her words broke through Clyde's anguish, grounding him. He took a steadying breath. "You're right. I
When the housekeepers realized that, they immediately dismissed the thought of informing the Draycott family about what happened. Robert even knelt on the floor to beg for the Grisham family's mercy. Aria went straight to the point. "Tell me everything you did regarding my mother."Robert no longer dared to keep anything hidden. He confessed how the Draycott family had found him and how he exploited his identity as their distant relative to deepen the Grisham family's misunderstandings about Fiona.He went on to admit he had persuaded Eamon's wife to stay silent, warning her of the potential consequences if Clyde grew displeased. The threat loomed especially large for Eamon's son, who was already viewed unfavorably by Clyde. Worsening the rift wouldn't be worth the risk.Eamon's breath quickened as he took it all in. He spun on his heel, ready to confront his wife."Stop," Clyde ordered, his tone tense as he leaned on his walking cane."Dad, it's my fault," Eamon rasped. "I fail
Eamon froze, caught off guard by Aria's bluntness. As sharp as ever, she was shielding him from a difficult situation, but he knew it was time to clean house. His heart swelled. It was like no time had passed. Aria was still the same bold, straightforward girl, her love for family as strong as ever."I'll call Jett here," he said, casting a cold glance at Robert. His marriage and dealings with his wife's family needed to be handled—decisively.Aria trusted Eamon to handle the bigger issues. If her aunt's interference was accidental, fine. But if intentional, Aria knew Eamon wouldn't allow the Grisham family to be jeopardized.In prominent families, watching the women of the house had always been critical.Half the Grisham household staff had already been dismissed without pay. Those who once threatened to air family secrets were now too scared to stir trouble.Meanwhile, Robert had been quietly taken away by Aria's men. No one could contact him. She had also discreetly handed ov
The moment Priscilla recognized the woman's voice on the phone, she froze. It was Fiona's daughter.Aria pressed her foot harder on Robert. "Ms. Draycott, I've always been curious about how you looked before all those plastic surgeries. I saw for myself today—old and ugly. Now I understand your desperation to be beautiful. But didn't anyone tell you? You'll never replace my mother. Trash like you will always stay trash.""You!" Priscilla shot up from her chair, trembling with rage. A loud crack echoed as Robert's wrist snapped.Aria chuckled. "Ms. Draycott, I'll be sending you a gift by courier. Make sure you sign for it."Priscilla was too shaken to respond. Her face was pale, and fear rippled through her. She dreaded that Aria might send Robert to her—if not worse. She had no idea what Aria planned next.Jett walked in just in time to witness the scene. He had come back to the Grisham residence, puzzled as to why his father had summoned him. But now, all he could see was a you
Jett finally broke the silence. "Wait a minute. Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"Aria raised an eyebrow, her tone dropping. "Are you planning to beg for mercy?"Jett, unlike most of the Grisham family, wasn't as domineering but cared deeply about his kin. "We should talk it out, no matter what happened. We're still family."Aria nodded slightly. "Clearing things up is best." She gestured for Robert to be thrown onto the ground. "Speak. I'm listening."Terrified after recent events, Robert didn't dare hold anything back. He confessed how he had betrayed the Grisham family, toyed with their trust, and sabotaged Fiona's return.Jett was left stunned. He looked as if his entire worldview had shattered. "You're saying Ms. Draycott ordered all this? That can't be true!"Turning to his father, he pleaded, "Dad, this doesn't make sense!"Eamon took a deep breath and said lowly, "How did I end up with a son like you?"Jett clenched his fists. "I know you and Grandpa don't t
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