Owen was scary in that he remained polite no matter what he thought about the subject matter. Even if he'd lost his composure, he could adjust accordingly. Ian was right. He wasn't in a hurry to vie against Aria for power. He should wait patiently for Aria to make a mistake.He'd also brought some documents with him, which were about Aria's academic status. Aria was indeed a talented designer, but her academic credentials were nothing to shout about. Owen chuckled. He wasn't in a position to bring the matter up himself, so he had given some of them to Hugo. After being suppressed, Hugo noticed that Owen was looking in his direction. He'd waited for so long to be vindicated, and so he quickly said, while fishing some documents out of his briefcase, "Before the meeting starts, I want to ask our new CEO some questions."He continued, looking at Aria, "These documents are about your life in Southbury. You've never learned business management, and you're still a student in a vocatio
"You should be familiar with these accounts, Mr. West." Aria's smile widened. "The other shareholders should take a look too."None of the shareholders dared say anything.Hugo wanted to explain. "The accountants are in charge of these accounts. Also, some of the investments here were made after we all agreed on them. I'll call over those involved now.""You don't need to go to all that trouble," Aria added blandly. "You seem to forget that Mr. Watson has already told the police to investigate this matter."Hugo shot up from his seat. He was too anxious to remain seated. He'd thought that Aria was humiliated after his joke, but now he was at risk of losing his position as a shareholder. He might also be sent to jail if the police investigation uncovered anything incriminating. "Mr. Carver, say something! Mr. Carver!" Hugo called out to Owen, whom he'd been helping the past few years, even if it meant that he couldn't support some of Warren's decisions.Owen wouldn't leave him al
Owen had never been looked down like this before. The shareholders were just short of saying outright that Owen was incapable, as he'd let this happen under his supervision and was unfit to lead this company. Owen's rage and embarrassment could be seen on his face. He wanted to lose his temper, but he knew he'd be adding fuel to the fire no matter what he said. He'd rather acknowledge his incapability than admit that he was involved in whatever Hugo had done, especially because Hugo had broken the law. Those outside the conference room had no idea what they were fighting about, but they knew something—things would be completely different in the company starting today. Keith stood behind Aria, pushing his glasses up. His gaze held excitement as he realized why Aria had told him not to do anything. It was because Aria had this card up her sleeve. Warren was worried that Aria, with her young age and ruthless methods, might risk angering some shareholders. They might also be wa
Before they could speculate further, Aria made her stance clear. "Carver Group will never work with Krowonian companies. This rule has been in place since a century ago, and it's effective even now. I want everyone to remember that Carver Group is different from other companies. Even in times of peace, we'll always have the history of our country in mind."Aria turned to Hugo again. "I'll provide information to the police that will aid their investigation. I have reason to suspect that you're a corporate spy working for Krowonian companies."Carver Group was known to be patriotic, so things would go out of control if Aria reported the existence of a Krowonian corporate spy. Hugo paled. "I'm not a spy! Really! I just wanted to make some money. I'm really not a corporate spy!"If he was accused of such a crime, his family would be done for! The other shareholders hadn't thought of this too, evidently. Sweat beaded on their foreheads upon hearing Aria's words. They'd forgotten that
Owen couldn't even deny it if he wanted to, because Hugo had helped him with too much. The more Hugo had helped him with, the more secrets he knew. Owen's gaze sharpened. "I know that you don't respect me now that you have Dad's support.""Yes, I had Mr. West reach out to some Krowonian companies," Owen admitted readily. At this point, further denial would tarnish his reputation. "I've never had him commit all those wrongdoings, though.""The Krowonian companies gave us huge discounts, and I've discussed this during a meeting before." Owen looked at the shareholders. "Everyone agreed to my suggestion except for Dad."Aria propped her chin on her hand lazily. "He's the CEO of the company. He has the right to veto your proposal in the first place regardless of how many people agree with you. What are you trying to say here, Mr. Carver? Are you trying to say that Mr. West was the only one behind everything? I'd like to ask Mr. West if he agrees.""No, certainly not!" Hugo hugged the
Hugo said immediately, "There's a fortune teller living in a church in Goldtown. I haven't met him before, but Mr. Carver reached out to the Krowonians because he told him—""What are you trying to achieve here, Aria Carver?" Owen was so perturbed that he called Aria by her full name. Aria was trying to sever every retreat route he had; she wanted to force him into a dead end. Aria looked at him evenly as he said, "Mr. West, we're still in the conference room. All businesses take into account the layout of their office spaces." He pitched his voice lower. "I want my company to do well. Am I in the wrong for that?"He could put it that way because he wasn't involved when Hugo had done all those things and signed all those contracts. He had already planned to admit to his relying on fortune telling; that would be his retreat route.Hugo had already lost in this argument, and he had no choice but to yell angrily, "That wasn't what he said, Ms. Carver!""What did I say, then? Do yo
No shareholder in their right mind would take his side if he tried to usurp Aria's position. Owen slumped in his seat. The image he had so painstakingly maintained for years was now ruined. Warren hadn't had the heart to be merciless to Owen because he hadn't expected Owen, who seemed to not have any ideas of his own, to give those Krowonian companies the right to earn money while using Carver Group as a stepping stone.When Warren heard the news, his grip on his walking stick tightened, and he immediately took his medicine. Aria had told him to remain calm no matter what happened and to prioritize his health. If he hadn't appointed Aria as his successor, Carver Group would be in shambles the next few months, and he wouldn't be able to unabashedly meet his ancestors in the afterlife. Not only would the family's reputation be destroyed, but Carver Group would eventually be usurped by the Krowonians. Whenever Warren thought about that, he'd wish that he'd never given birth to Ow
Owen tried to guilt-trip Aria by invoking their relationship as father and daughter, and she cut him off with a sharp look, saying, "Since you're bringing up our relationship, let me ask you something. You insisted on adopting Mindy, even if it meant giving me up. That was because a fortune teller told you to, wasn't it?"Owen paused, his fists clenching tightly.Keith was still standing beside them. Owen, prone to overthinking, immediately assumed that Warren had already uncovered the truth. His mind raced—Warren must have given Aria all those documents because he knew everything.This shareholder meeting was a trap directed at him, set by Warren. Owen didn't even consider the possibility that Aria could be the mastermind. Smirking, Aria ordered the CEO's office to divest Owen of all his positions within the company. Carver Group's suppliers also learned that Owen would no longer represent the Carver family. Aria was conveying a clear message—the deals with Krowonian companie
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