"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
"Elijah?" Aria frowned. Elijah hadn't appeared in her dreams, nor had she seen him during the banquet. As a fortune teller, she couldn't read her own future, and the closer someone was to her, the harder it became to read their faces and tell their fortunes. Landon was the only exception—his fate was obvious without needing a reading.Seeing Frank's anxious expression, Aria didn't waste time. "Let's walk and talk, Frank."In a rushed tone, Frank explained, "An actress filming a movie with Elijah has died. She had an argument with him before her death. The news hasn't hit the Internet yet because Mr. York has managed to keep it quiet."But since it involves a death, it won't stay hidden for long. Besides, the director and the rest of the cast are all big names."A reporter has some photos at hand, and he's adamant that the man he saw tussling with the actress was Elijah." Frank's worry was evident as he said, "He has been taken in for an interrogation, and Mr. Carver Senior do
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.
Aliya squinted at the unmasked man beside Aria. Now that his face was fully visible, something about him sparked a flicker of recognition. She lowered her gaze, trying to recall where she'd seen him before.Then a sharp gasp cut through the air."He's from the York family… Janovin's York family! Wait—was he Mr. Crow? Were they working together the whole time?"Even though they were all wealthy people, they weren't in the same ranks. No one dared to mess with the York family at all.If the circumstances were different, the arrogant, wealthy people from earlier would've tried to exchange contacts with Landon. That way, they could've partnered up in the future. However, with what had happened that day, those people were in a daze.Meanwhile, Aria knew those people still had no idea what was going on. So, she just removed her disguise and showed them who she really was.Aliya was stunned by what Aria had done. When she saw who the latter truly was, her gaze was filled with jealousy.
The wealthy clients that were left behind at the auction had connections to powerful people, and Dave didn't think Aria was capable enough to deal with every one of them. Although Farshya was well-developed, it had always been a country that focused on connections.Power meant everything, and Dave wanted to see how Aria and her team would deal with his guests. If he remembered correctly, Aliya was the daughter of a great leader in the state. She wanted a womb from a young lady because she wanted to have children.Before the clients got what they wanted, Aria had offended a lot of big shots. Dave thought about it for a second and hoped Aria would suffer as much as he did.Dave was right about one thing. Aliya wasn't anxious at all when someone infiltrated the auction and took control of the event. She was only stunned for a moment at first. Once everything had settled down, she calmed down and even looked a little proud."I suggest you talk to your leader first before deciding to cu
Dave had escaped, but just barely.He'd saved his life, nothing more. The documents he needed to destroy were still intact. Everything had gone completely off script.Every exit had been sealed. If he hadn't killed a villager and disguised himself with a spell, he would've died at the auction. He didn't receive any news about the ambush and was caught entirely off guard.He wasn't in Janovin, and security was that tight there. With his connections, he could've found out what was going to happen in advance. However, that wasn't the case at all.Slipping into a grimy back alley, Dave cursed his luck. Most of his men had been rounded up in the village. He could only hope a few had managed to slip through. But with sirens wailing in the distance, he knew hope was thin."Who the hell was that?" he muttered, wiping dirt off his face with a shaking hand. Normally a stickler for cleanliness, Dave was too rattled to care. "And where's the real Eden?"His mind snapped into action. The scho