Orion furrowed his brows. He had orchestrated the entire scheme—blocking their ambassador searches, using fake accounts to slander them, and editing videos to sway public opinion.His goal was simple—push the Katz family into bankruptcy and then acquire their assets at a bargain price.He expected them to cry foul online but never imagined they'd succeed. The Katz family was too old-fashioned, too disconnected from the digital world. Besides, no one ever managed to clear their name after being smeared online.So why had everything shifted when a celebrity got involved?"Who did you say the ambassador was?" Orion asked sharply."Leon. He's a top idol! And now people are slandering our partner companies, accusing us of sabotaging homegrown brands.""Leon?" Orion shot to his feet, the name sparking recognition—Leon Carver.Pain throbbed in Orion's clenched jaw. "How could I have forgotten? He's from the Carver family. I underestimated Aria. I didn't think she could pull off a mov
Orion looked out the window, his jaw clenched. "Aria, I've let you have your way twice already. You've ruined my plans over and over again. This third time, I'll extend to you the highest courtesy Ludwiten has to offer—I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot here, and you'll witness firsthand how the Grisham family falls from grace."He hadn't planned on triggering the traps he had laid with Jett. His original intent was to make the Grisham family grovel in the future, but Aria was pushing him too far. Wasting a plan years in the making was unthinkable, yet Orion understood he had no other choice. "If we can't clear our name from the incident, leak their address online," he instructed in a low voice over the phone. "And start preparing for the customs."The online discussions were spiraling out of control, and he needed a scapegoat.If he could shift public outrage onto the Grisham family, then the Draycott family wouldn't suffer a true loss.Orion hadn't expected anything
Leon's reaction clearly caught Isaiah off guard, leaving him somewhat at a loss. During the past five years, the Katz family's influence had steadily declined. No one truly respected them anymore. To secure any promotional resources, Isaiah had to approach others with humility. Leon knew Isaiah's granddaughter was a fan who once pleaded with him, "Grandpa, if you could get this celebrity to visit our factory, people would buy our canned goods!" She was too young to understand that the adult world was far more complicated. In their current state, the Katz family couldn't even attract minor celebrities, let alone the A-listers young people talked about. Isaiah opened his mouth, then quickly grasped Leon's hand. This gesture reminded Leon of the past. He remembered that the old man before him was not always like this. Back then, Isaiah had been full of energy. He would occasionally visit Clyde to play chess and share news about acquiring new land where their old colleagues could
Taking action meant more than just making purchases. The products on the live stream links had already sold out. The fans' goal was to spread awareness about this exceptional domestic brand that was facing unjust accusations from mysterious competitors. The claims about poor quality were baseless. The allegations about unsanitary conditions and rude employees were equally absurd. Leon's fans were determined to reveal the whole truth. Young people's ability to spread information online was unmatched. Many content creators and private media accounts voluntarily produced videos, and the story spread like wildfire. What started with a few shares turned into thousands, then millions.The local government account that had conducted the undercover investigation had already disabled comments in fear. Yet countless people still tagged them. "As Westgate officials, shouldn't you review your reports more carefully?" "Who conducted the investigation? Who benefited from it?" "Is this how
Orion said, "Our relationship? Mr. Lambert, you're confused again. What relationship could we possibly have? We've only met at business conferences." Orion gripped his phone tightly. "Mr. Lambert, I should warn you. How you speak to me is irrelevant, but if that person hears about this, things will get serious. Don't you think?" At the mention of that person, Clifford cowered a little but also felt reassured. Yes, with that person's backing, what was there to fear? Any problem could be suppressed. But one thing puzzled Clifford. "How did the Katz family bounce back when they were so down? Was it just luck, or does Aria Carver actually have some real talent?" This would have been impossible before. He had worked with the Draycotts multiple times. Yet this time, these internet users had gone completely wild just because of some celebrity daring to cause trouble even with the Westgate government. That was because people who had stayed in power too long would never understand. Pe
"Don't make any moves yet. Something doesn't feel right. Get everyone to pull back," Orion said.The assistant waved everyone off without questioning why. He trusted Orion's judgment and ordered their retreat.After the call, Orion searched his phone for Luka's post. He had his tech team trace the IP address. To his shock, Luka's IP address had changed from the fashion boutique to Draycott Group, and it could not be altered.Orion's anger flared. He assumed Luka had been bought off to plant the IP trace at their house, then disappeared. As he blamed everything on Aria, he ground his teeth in fury.With that IP address, anyone could trace it back to their house. Nothing could stay hidden from the internet these days. He ordered his tech team to hack Luka's account and delete the video, but they were too late.When the video first went up, no one had checked its IP address. They had focused on the content, joining the wave of criticism against the canned peaches factory. That was th
Then, Leon bowed sincerely to the camera. Instantly, domestic brands reached unprecedented popularity. Fans and non-fans alike could see the genuine sincerity of this live stream. Beyond Leon, the factory director and every employee caught on camera teared up, as if they had waited forever for someone to finally notice them. People finally uncovered all of Isaiah's past deeds. Only then did they realize the profound meaning behind these brands that had accompanied their childhood. These legacy enterprises just wanted everyone to be able to eat healthy and live a happy life. When children were sad, they hoped something sweet could make them happy. Though their packaging was not fancy, they put those savings into the food quality itself and their workers' wages. Such businessmen were rare these days. "How many CEOs actually work on the factory floor? I thought it was staged at first, but clearly no one knew Leon would come. This stream showed me what it means to respect ordinar
No one had expected things to turn out this way. Before, people would just choose which brands to buy. Now it had turned into a boycott. Stock prices were plummeting. Many brand accounts had gone silent and even shut down their ongoing livestreams. The Westgate official never received a solution from Orion. For ten minutes after hanging up the phone, Clifford was naïve enough to believe the Draycotts could protect him and that the higher-ups wouldn't treat him as a disposable piece. After those ten minutes, Clifford knew he was finished when the internet exploded with news that the fake video was traced to the Draycott Group. Trembling uncontrollably, he adjusted his glasses and glanced at the money hidden in his wall. He thought about turning himself in. But just as he reached for the phone, it rang. The voice on the other end was elderly but incredibly intimidating. "My dear Clifford, how could you do something that breaks the people's hearts? Can you face the uniform you wea
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