Aria's brows furrowed at Landon's words. "I already told you not to believe—"Before she could finish, Landon silenced her again, his hand muffling her speech. He pulled her close, a low chuckle rumbling in her ear. "Let's talk about this privately."Aria's eyes narrowed, and her beauty mark stood out even more. Landon leaned in, his thin lips brushing chastely against her hair. "You can bite me as hard as you want later, back at the clinic. I'll help you deal with your grandmother. She must be worried sick. Even if you did escape the village; she'll still be furious that you took such a risk. I'll help smooth things over."His voice was a low murmur, coaxing and seductive.Aria was instantly mesmerized. After a brief internal debate, she nodded, oblivious to the closeness of their bodies. Meanwhile, Warren glared daggers at Landon, who in turn offered a cheeky grin. "Surely your grandfather wouldn't try to separate us, would he?"Warren bristled at Landon's attempt to paint h
One day, Aria woke up from disorientation and had since developed intermittent explosive disorder (IED). For a long time, she had been lost in a labyrinth of fragmented memories, her past a puzzle she desperately needed to solve. The only anchor in this sea of forgetfulness was the image of an old man. Aria believed the pendant she wore as a child held the key to unraveling the mystery. As Olivia had gone delirious, Aria couldn't get any useful information out of her, and Grant didn't seem to know much about Olivia despite their years of marriage. He had no clue who paid her to mislead the Carvers. A quick investigation into Olivia's finances revealed a spotless bank statement. The perpetrator, meticulous enough to use cash, was likely someone of considerable influence.With these thoughts swirling in her head, Aria drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, the Barter family was having a hard time with Landon around. This was especially the case with Dick, whose mental state had deteri
Mindy had been the beneficiary of the Carver family's generosity since a young age. Consequently, she excelled in art, boasted a prestigious overseas degree, and possessed a keen understanding of finance, economics, and social etiquette. Her beauty was only surpassed by her sharp intellect, a formidable combination.Aria, in stark contrast, was painted as an uncultured local graduate. Clueless, she struggled to navigate the social minefield of high society. Mindy, ever the gracious soul, took Aria under her wing. The former tried to bridge the gap, introducing Aria as the Carvers' long-lost daughter, dispelling any awkwardness.Despite Mindy's efforts, Aria felt like a clumsy duckling amidst a flock of swans. Every gala felt like an ordeal, with Mindy effortlessly conversing while Aria struggled to decipher the rapid-fire exchanges.The stark differences became increasingly apparent, casting doubt on Aria's rightful place as an heiress. Whispers of "country bumpkin" swirled arou
"Didn't the doctor say it would be best if Mom finished three years of her treatment?" Mindy asked.Owen chuckled. "Your mother misses you so much that she can't sleep well. That's why she wants to come back and see you. Plus, your birthday is coming up soon. As your parents, how could we miss out on it?"Owen harbored a sliver of hope that seeing Mindy would improve Fiona's condition. Fate, it seemed, worked in mysterious ways—Mindy shared the same birthday as their lost daughter. Gazing at Mindy's face, a near replica of Fiona's, Owen's voice softened. "Mindy, I heard about what happened in Janovin. I'll find a time to talk to your grandfather. It's not right for him to favor an outsider and make you sad.""Dad, it's not Grandpa's fault. The entire incident happened because of Dorothy. She's been with me for so long, and it probably bothered her to see me bullied. That's why she was rude to Grandpa's doctor. I deserved Grandpa's scolding."Dad, please don't upset Grandpa over s
"When will my grandfather treat me like this?" Malcolm felt jealous looking at the order form.Aria scanned the form and replied flatly, "You're charging him too much.""Boss, think about it. How can we convince the rich that we offer high-quality clothing if we don't charge them like this?" He couldn't understand Aria's sudden shift in perspective. During their initial market analysis, she'd been fiercely business-oriented.Aria tied back her long hair. "The Carvers aren't your typical rich people.""How about we give them a 10% discount?" Malcolm suggested.Aria splashed water on her face, droplets cascading down her flawless skin. "Make it 90% off. Tell them the clothes are on the house if they purchase jewelry from us.""Huh?" Malcolm wondered if Aria had been possessed. However, he didn't dare question her. Even with a 90% discount, they would still make a few million dollars from the Carvers.After finalizing the quotation, Malcolm couldn't help but voice his curiosity. "I
Malcolm, ever the information ferret, was always eager for gossip. "That's not the whole story! The Carver family is indeed wealthy. However, it's a blessing that you're their long-lost daughter. Anyone else would have a tough time fitting in. It's like walking into a lion's den."Aria, unfazed, countered with indifference, "It's just a label, Malcolm. Doesn't change anything. Did you find anything on Mr. Weller?"Malcolm's fingers flew over the keyboard. "Mr. Thomas Weller of Southbury hails from three generations of antique dealers. Officially, that's his public persona. His grandfather was a grave robber. They shifted to dealing with antiques when Thomas was born."By handling artifacts others avoided, they expanded their business internationally. Most of their current exhibitions are held in Janovin."Aria remained neutral. "What do you mean by handling artifacts others avoided?""Artifacts most likely dug up from somewhere they shouldn't have been. Boss, do you think there ar
Warren's grip tightened on his walking cane as Owen continued speaking, unaware of the growing anger. "Dad, Fiona and I discussed it—it's not fair to keep Mindy in such a precarious situation. We were thinking of officially adopting her during the family meeting. What do you think?"Warren's eyes narrowed into slits, his walking stick threatening to splinter under the pressure. "Absolutely not! Have you forgotten you have a biological daughter?"Owen stiffened at that. Then, he replied hoarsely, "Dad, it has been so many years. Can we really find her? Perhaps she's already—""Shut your mouth! How did I raise such a callous son?" Warren roared before abruptly hanging up.Owen sat on the couch for a long time, staring at his phone. He didn't want anyone to replace Rainbow, but she had been missing for so long. They needed to move on.He scrolled through his phone's gallery, his finger lingering on a picture of his daughter. "My little Rainbow," he murmured, his voice thick with emot
Warren didn't mind at all. He laughed heartily. "Come over here, Rainbow. Look at what I've prepared for you. This burger was your favorite when you were little. "All your brothers are established in their careers. They were ecstatic when they heard that you'd been found. They wouldn't dream of competing with their little sister for the company. That's what weaklings do."Keith chimed in, "Mr. Carver Senior speaks the truth, Ms. Carver. Mr. Jeffrey insisted on seeing you as soon as he woke up this morning. He would have pulled out his IV needle if the doctor hadn't stopped him."Warren nodded. "Jeffrey wants nothing more than for me to pass the company down to you. When he was a kid, he used to carry you around on his back all the time. Leon is also acting in movies to save up for your wedding.""Grandpa," Aria said, handing Warren a mug of warm water. "Let's talk about this later. Your health should be your priority right now. It's time for you to take your medicine."Warren was
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