With a whoosh, a matchstick flew past Fanny's ear and landed right behind her. A large part of her long hair was singed, leaving her momentarily speechless.Aria scratched her ears. "I'm sorry, but I can't stand listening to your complaints. You're someone who constantly blames others for your misfortune. "Just because he didn't help you, you hated him and even spread rumors about him. Really? Who is obligated to help you? They aren't even your parents!"Sure, Elijah's looks have contributed to his fame, but his films wouldn't have been a hit if he had no acting skills. Do you think the market is that shallow?"As for your appearance, I'm sure you'd be happy as a female lead. However, have you considered the audience's feelings? "Actors should align with their roles. Beautiful women play roles meant for beautiful women, while those with less conventional looks can take on other parts. "You insist on playing the role of the most beautiful woman despite not meeting those standar
The wooden doll would never forget its time at Nobeetan Concession—it had nearly ceased to exist. Back then, it was like a rat on a spit, despised and ignored, forced to skulk in shadows. It clung to a strand of hair, attached itself to other objects, waiting for someone to find it.The experiences of that time fueled its anger. The wooden doll believed the country would soon fall to the Krowonians, waiting for that day to come. Unexpectedly, Krowo was defeated. The wooden doll, already unhappy, needed to rely on lowly citizens for worship.The doll would have been lost forever without Farshya's fortune to restore its power. It desperately missed its homeland.The wooden doll could soon revive all its subordinates after absorbing a bit more resentment.The wooden doll controlled its replica and tried to move. However, Sam bit it hard. Sam wouldn't have even gone near the wooden doll if not for Aria.Although it was just a replica, the wooden doll felt unprecedented pain. It want
Aria didn't even turn around. She just swerved and kicked Fanny in the knees, sending her crashing to the ground. Fanny hit her head, and blood trickled from the impact. "I'm going to sue you. Mark my words!"Aria ignored her, only ordering someone to take care of it. After all, the police would soon be there to take Fanny away.Fanny was unwilling to accept this outcome. "Elara is already dead. What does the entire thing have to do with me? Elijah is the suspect, not me. Everyone on set knows he's the last person who saw Elara.""He's the last one?" Aria chuckled. "How about you? You've always followed Elara around when she was sleepwalking, yet you didn't the night she was killed. That doesn't make sense at all. After all, you told me you saw her sleepwalking a few nights in a row."Seeing Fanny faltered, Aria said slowly, "Don't worry. Lie detectors are very accurate nowadays. We'll soon know enough if you're telling the truth." Upon hearing that, Fanny knew she was doomed.
The duo weren't part of the SMU from the start. They joined much later, so they had no idea that the woman standing before them wasn't just anyone—she was their top commander, No. 1.Their plan was to hypnotize her, but just as they lifted their watches, Aria opened the door. "The receptionist is looking this way. Everyone who stays here is in the entertainment industry, so the news spreads fast. Are you sure you don't want to arrest her first?"How did she know the procedure better than them? The duo didn't dare to hesitate, immediately cuffing Fanny and bringing her away.Those who came to watch the scene kept quiet after seeing that. Even if they knew about the case, they wouldn't suspect anything supernatural was involved.As for the things Fanny was shouting, they just assumed she'd gone mad from chasing fame.Many stunt doubles worked hard to earn a living. They loved acting. Even if acting wasn't their passion, they could at least earn a living with it.They had never once
Percy was a lawyer, so there was no way he could have missed the signs. He just hadn't had the chance to ask Aria yet.Elijah, who had been locked in the interrogation room, looked tired. Yet, he remained as graceful as ever.Just as he got prepared to answer their questions, they suddenly notified he could leave.His assistant, Theo Aceto, outside was the happiest out of everyone. After all, many brands had called to ask what happened to Elijah throughout the day.Theo was on the verge of breaking down. He couldn't afford to offend any of the brands. If they called off the endorsements, the internet would be in a frenzy with different rumors. But none of that mattered now that Elijah was freed. Theo let out a sigh of relief, wanting to reply to all the brands' messages at once. "Boss, it's all thanks to Ms. Carver. You don't even know…"Theo thought it would be good to get close to the Carver family of Janovin. But he never expected Aria to walk up and say, "Hey, brother."Bro
Elijah said after pondering, "Oh, right. Fanny did introduce me to a fortune-teller.""Fortune-teller?" Aria reacted quickly. "Who?"Elijah chuckled. "I didn't ask her. She said he was useful and encouraged me to seek for him. You know I stay away from this kind of thing after what happened to Dad."The Carver family had never believed in superstitions, and Elijah's disinterest was clear as he spoke. Aria tapped on her Charm Coin. To revive the wooden doll, one needed not only the wooden doll's replica but also the help of a powerful fortune-teller. There was no way Owen would tell the truth. Even after being taken away, he kept his mouth shut. After all, he hadn't done anything illegal, so he was released after some questioning.The people watching Owen reported that he seemed well-behaved, while Warren's health seemed to be in tip-top condition.Aria had investigated Mindy and confirmed she had nothing to do with Warren's health deterioration. As for Owen, she continued to p
"However, Elara was still talking when Elijah was there. The staff who switched off the light could prove that. It's strange, though. How could someone still speak when they're dead…"Aaron trailed off, realizing how stupid he sounded. The SMU was there to solve supernatural cases like this one. This was probably routine for them.Aaron let out a sigh. "Even your brother said she was wide awake when he saw her. She was no different from when she was on set. This confused all of my subordinates. But now that I think about it, their conversation was quite weird."Aria's gaze darkened. "What do you mean?""Elara kept trying to borrow something from Elijah, but Fanny never said what it was," Aaron said.Aria looked up. "Did my brother agree to lend her?""Nope." Aaron froze. "He couldn't have, right?"Aria replied, "It would have been a problem if he had.""Don't worry. I read your brother's statement. He's very smart," Aaron said, silently vowing to be cautious too. If someone eve
Elijah wasn't feeling great in the car, and it only took Aria one glance to tell that he was running a fever.Theo was anxious and wanted to take him to the hospital. "What should we do? I can't get in touch with a doctor. Boss, should we cancel tomorrow's magazine interview?""Didn't you say they were anxious and wanted me to show up and put an end to all the rumors?" Elijah coughed, his breathing labored. "We'll go as planned."As Theo continued his call, Aria placed a finger on Elijah's wrist. "You haven't been resting and have been under immense pressure. That's why you got a cold."Theo paused, while Elijah met Aria's eyes. Aria chuckled. "I think Grandpa might have told you I'm a traditional medicine doctor.""He did." Elijah smiled dotingly. "It's just that I forgot under my feverish state."From the back seat, Percy, who'd just finished replying to emails, chimed in, "Aria, check mine too. Grandpa said you're the best doctor he's ever seen."Aria took the opportunity,
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