"Scholarship program?" Aria asked as her eyes lit up for a moment. Anyone who knew her would realize she had just figured something out, though a few small pieces of the puzzle were still missing. Lily didn't catch on and thought Aria was confused, just like she was. "I have no idea how Orion Draycott used this scholarship thing to become the Chamber of Commerce president. "It should only boost his image instead of doubling his profits. Besides, there are so many billionaires in the Chamber, including elite families like the Grishams. "Even if the Grishams fell from grace, someone else should've stepped up. But somehow the Draycott family has been running the show in Ludwiten these past few years. That's exactly the ending I saw in my past life." Lily resented Orion right now. After all, he had nearly beaten her to death with everyone watching. She was now in a miserable state and was hated by everyone. Though part of that was Aria's doing, Orion had certainly contributed m
Miguel pushed his glasses up and looked at Eden. "All the applicants are either left-behind children or raised by grandparents, so everyone's starting from the same place. "Since this money comes from the scholarship program, the situation depends on your own efforts." Eden was confused. "What do you mean, Mr. Sonder? Should I provide additional documentation?" Miguel laughed when he heard her words. "Eden, I've told you before—the paperwork isn't the main concern. What matters is whether students like you would follow instructions. "For example, when I asked you to meet with the executives from the scholarship committee last time, you refused. That's not acceptable, right?" Furrowing her brows, she fidgeted with her clothes nervously. She was clearly uncomfortable and afraid of what Miguel was suggesting. But Miguel acted as if he hadn't noticed her discomfort. He even walked behind her and patted her back. He didn't look like an educator at all, nor did he resemble the ge
With the help of scholarships, plenty of students had managed to finish school overseas and land jobs at big companies. Eden hoped that once she grew up, she could take care of her grandparents. After all, her grandfather needed medicine year-round and was still trying to cover her school costs. She figured if she could start making money, her grandfather wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. The kinder the child, the less they would understand how cruel people could be. At the same time, Aria didn't leave the villa after meeting with Lily. She needed to get ahead of the information Lily had shared. After Lily was taken away, Simon, who hadn't said a word until now, spoke up, "Boss, we can't let this epidemic happen. I'll check customs again and look at everyone and everything that's come into the country lately." Simon's gift was his incredible memory. In any crowd, he could pick someone out after just one glance. Hearing his words, Aria looked up. "Customs is a dead end.
Between the epidemic, the Draycott scholarship program, and Priscilla's medispa, there had to be a connection Aria and her team hadn't found yet. Perhaps Aria needed to pay Priscilla another visit and check out her clinic. Just as she was thinking this, she heard a soft drip. It was like water hitting something in the distance. Everyone in the Special Missions Unit exchanged glances, looking toward the deepest part of the villa. It was completely dark back there, the kind of place that needed flashlights. Oddly, this corner of the villa got absolutely no light. The columns blocked everything perfectly, which probably kept the area in darkness at all times. Even stranger, not a single lamp had been installed. It wasn't something homeowners would normally do. Without a word, Aria turned on her phone's flashlight and headed in. The others followed, and they immediately felt a chill as they crossed the threshold. The place felt unnaturally damp and cold. When the others tried to
"Are we here?" Aria asked as she raised an eyebrow. Nyx immediately bounced up beside her. "Yes! We're here!" Then, it suddenly stopped. "Wait a second, my lord! Don't look yet!" Aria caught something in its tone. "What is it? Are there more paintings? Is the manifestation not over yet?" "There are no more paintings. It's just something else." Nyx's gaze fell to the ground, hesitating. "Maybe you should prepare yourself first." Aria didn't hesitate. She pulled the silk scarf from her eyes and looked down at her feet. Nyx was ready to act—if Aria showed even a hint of fear, it'd toss whatever this thing was into the nearby pool. While arcane seekers might not fear spirits like him, seeing the dead in this state might be too much even for them. But Aria merely narrowed her eyes as she crouched down quickly. Using the scarf to protect her hand, she turned the body over. She knew this man too well. With a head full of white hair, he was over a hundred years old and had age
Suddenly, Aria looked up at the bas-reliefs. Some sources did mention that The Serpent's Succession ritual required a specific manifestation. Many thought soul transfer was easy, but that was not true. The human body had three internal flames; as long as these burned, spirits would find it nearly impossible to possess someone. Random possession wasn't possible unless there was a blood connection or, in Philip's rare case, an unusually receptive negative constitution suited for arcane practice. Based on the person's methods from the manifestation, they definitely found a compatible body and used The Serpent's Succession ritual to transfer themselves. This blood was the key. Aria's eyes darkened. This wasn't ordinary blood. Blood from the living differed completely from blood of the dead—and this was from the living. The source was impossible to trace now. After all, this place had been abandoned. Whoever did this wasn't here anymore, and the low temperature would cause profess
The driver had been taking his time to drive before he got the call. But as soon as the student stepped out, she watched in amazement as he suddenly floored it, showing off driving skills smoother than a professional racer's. The car moved so fast that it kicked up wind, leaving her no time to process what had just happened. The cab driver was Stormhowl, the tracking specialist from the Special Missions Unit. His codename sounded like something from a video game and didn't match him at all. Nobody would have thought this ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a goofy smile and thick accent was someone feared by international spies. "Boss, what do you need me to dig up?" Stormhowl walked in with a cigarette between his lips, his smile growing even warmer when he saw Aria. Everyone knew that while the Special Missions Unit members didn't always see eye to eye, 001 was someone they all looked up to. This included Stormhowl, regardless of the age gap. "I'll cut to the chase. An
Aria continued, "My senior is coming to investigate economic crimes and corruption. We don't have to worry about the state authorities causing us troubles too—he might become the governor of Ludwiten." This was Aria's speculation, but she had good reasons backing her guesses. The Chamber of Commerce was important yet heavily corrupted. Those in power wouldn't ignore this, especially with the lieutenant governor involved. The personnel changes happening now were surely related to these matters. Everyone in the Special Missions Unit knew Aria had been assigned a senior colleague. Those authorities might not know Aria's true identity, but the Murray family had enough influence to handle things here. If all else failed, there was always Landon, who was the head of the York family. Simon had caught a glimpse of him from a distance once and found him even more mysterious than rumors suggested. Simon thought he'd stay hidden well, but Landon spotted him anyway. It was eerie—he seeme
There was no way Aria didn't know that the conviction was unfair. Furthermore, Percy specialized in handling economic cases. He knew there was no way Aria would be locked up so quickly. Yet, her crime had been publicly declared without prior warning. Percy was absolutely furious. He tugged his tie and declared the system was corrupted. While Fergus was also helping to find connections, Warren had just landed from Janovin.Clyde had sought out all sorts of connections, even his ex-colleagues in the education field.Fiona clenched his hands. "They promised to help Dad look into it." "They're just trying to fool Mr. Grisham Senior. Their higher-ups have already warned them about it." Nisa suddenly lowered her voice. "They're trying to make his health relapse again. If that happens, the Grisham family is done for."At this moment, a low voice sounded from the door. "So that's what happened. I was wondering why there was no progress with Aria's side after a whole day."It was Eamon.
Because Amos' arrest was part of a covert operation, the news didn't reach anyone outside the circle. That meant Durand remained completely unaware. He was still riding high on the thrill of his plan, blinded by the pleasure of watching the Grisham family fall.That night, he raised a glass of wine in early celebration, his mistress seated beside him. He didn't know that the move he'd made would become the greatest regret of his life.Elsewhere, Nisa couldn't bring herself to be as heartless. That was why, under the quiet cover of night, she made her way to the Grisham residence—not to see Clyde, but to speak with Fiona. She knew Clyde would shut her out immediately, but Fiona… Fiona might just listen.They weren't close. Not the way Fiona was with Priscilla. But they had once shared a few polite meals, floated in the same social circles. Enough to warrant a conversation—barely.When they sat down, Fiona's expression was cool, even distant. She hadn't forgotten the things Nisa had
Lucas could hear the pride in his mentor's voice for Aria. After all, his mentor had taken Aria in Southbury and even owed her his life. Lucas didn't dare to inform his mentor that Aria was being suppressed in the political world. He understood his mentor well. He was devoted to the country and couldn't stand such injustice.Therefore, Lucas didn't tell the truth to prevent his mentor from worrying. If someone with his position made a move, it would become a huge issue. That was why Lucas hid the truth from him. The former had to play along with the other politicians and endure them spouting empty promises. Before Lucas set out, his mentor stood on top of Old City and looked at the vast mountains. "Do whatever you need to, just like what you had done in Southbury. I'll be waiting for you and Aria's return at Janovin."These people didn't deserve his mercy at all!"You used your authority to disregard people's lives." It was the first time Lucas had shown his emotions so open
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.