Ulric went quiet for a moment. "Are you certain about this? If you're wrong, the fallout would be massive. The public backlash alone—" "I'm absolutely sure." Aria looked up. "Though what I just told you is only the surface. Fennel's got someone behind him—or maybe an entire organization. He's just a small fry." Ulric's voice turned cold. "Someone's backing Fennel? I'm curious—our Public Integrity Office hasn't found a single lead, yet you've already gathered solid evidence. You started investigating the moment you set foot in Portfall, didn't you?" "Yes and no." Aria kept her answer vague. "Someone's been pulling the strings behind a lot of recent incidents in Portfall. If you connect all these events together, you'll find foreign interests behind every single one." The information dump made Ulric fall silent again. If what Aria said was true, the Portfall government hadn't even done anything to deal with it. They'd written everything off as minor incidents. Aria kept going.
Aria quickly pulled Charlotte out and shut the metal door, then slid the bookshelf back into place. Once that was done, Aria spoke quietly. "Is there a back way out?" "Yeah, there's a garden door in the backyard." Charlotte steadied herself. "You go out the back. I'll deal with him." Aria nodded and moved fast toward where Charlotte had pointed. If they got caught now, whoever was pulling Fennel's strings would know something was up. Then they'd never catch the real mastermind. Moving quickly but quietly, Aria had just reached the back door when she heard the driver's voice at the front. "Ma'am, Mr. Mourne asked me to pick up a document. He said it's in the study." Charlotte acted like nothing was wrong. "Follow me." She turned around and saw that Aria had already vanished. Relief washed over her. The driver, Todd Crowley, followed behind her, then suddenly asked, "Mrs. Mourne, are you home alone?""What's that supposed to mean?" Charlotte's heart lurched, but she forced h
Aria had no idea who was pulling Fennel's strings yet. One thing was clear, though—whoever it was certainly held a way more powerful position than Fennel did. "We'll just wait for him to screw up then." Landon looked up. "Once we wrap this up, I need to take Sam away for a bit." Hearing this, Aria turned to look at him. "Where to?" Landon lowered his gaze. "I'm taking him along to deal with something. We probably need about a week. I'll bring him back to you when we're done." Aria glanced back at Sam, who'd already conked out against the window. She could tell something was off too. No matter where they were, Sam's priorities never changed. He cared most about food and making money. Then finally, he would sleep off the food coma. "Is it about Sam?" Aria picked up on it immediately. "He's different from before. He's been sleeping way too much." Landon looked at her and nodded. "Yeah. But it's nothing major, so it won't take long to fix." Aria's eyes narrowed slightly. "W
Aria kept her composure, meeting Fennel's stare head-on. She could feel the heavy wrath clinging to him. But she still did not know where it came from. "I'll be straight with you." Aria's gaze stayed casual, almost careless. "As an esoteric expert, when people hire me to check their layout, I have to tell them what's wrong. Otherwise, I'd be taking money without doing the job. "That's bad for business if word got out." Fennel answered, "Well said." He strode inside, his dress shoes thudding against the marble. His eyes swept over Aria, and his mouth twisted into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "That's why I rushed right back when Charlotte told me what you'd found. I had to meet an expert like you in person." As he spoke, Aria noticed something on his right ring finger—an unusual emerald ring. The pale green stone had thin red veins running through it. "You're too kind, Mr. Mourne." Aria stayed relaxed on the couch. "I've just picked up a few tricks here and there." F
Sam had been listening to Aria and Landon talking. Seeing his chance, he got up and squeezed between them. He then plopped down in the middle. "Mr. ATM's got a point. The middle seat is perfect for me." Landon felt speechless. He then spoke casually as he stared at Sam. "So you do remember what I said in the car." Aria's eyes danced with laughter. "Sam, I'm heading to the Mourne residence tomorrow. Stay with Mr. ATM and do what he says." "Sure thing." Sam cocked his head to the side. "I'll do whatever you say, even if you're asking me to listen to somebody else." Aria got to her feet. "Get a good night's rest. We've got clues to track down tomorrow. You guys should sleep too." The night dragged on forever, but Aria fell asleep not long after hitting the pillow. By the time she woke up, sunlight was already spilling across her windowsill. She cracked her eyes open. After glancing at the time, she hauled herself up to get washed and dressed. "You're up." Landon had woken
Sam did what Aria told him and walked to the center of the manifestation. Aria then gave the order and said, "Now." Sam lifted his foot and stomped down hard. The whole manifestation blazed with blinding red light, then went completely dark. …The moment the manifestation shattered, Sylas' eyes snapped open, somewhere far away. "What the…" Sylas couldn't believe it. The fortune he'd been collecting instantly scattered, all of it flowing back toward the Grissle residence. Sylas looked up. "Who ruined my plans?" Jorrell heard him and rushed in from outside. "Sir, what happened?" Sylas frowned hard. "Someone destroyed the Fortune Siphon Manifestation I set up at the Grissle residence." "Do you want me to send people to investigate?" Jorrell lowered his voice. "Not many people know about your plan, after all." Sylas' eyes went sharp. He had set up that manifestation at the Grissles' years ago. When he saw how desperate Heather was, he offered to help her—as long as she t