"What's he saying?""As if I know what he's talking about."The passengers craned their necks to look at Dean. Soon after, another man on the train put his arm around Dean's shoulders. "We're from the same hometown. He's saying weird things because he's drunk."Bart Taggart punched Dean in the abdomen. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?""Bart, I—" Dean was just about to say something when he saw a pale-faced baby on Bart's shoulder, staring at him creepily.That baby was one of those he'd trafficked.Dean was so scared that he collapsed on his seat, muttering, "This place is haunted, Bart, it's haunted! Those little ghosts are coming for us!"Ghosts?Almost all the passengers in the carriage woke up, and pandemonium ensued.Marna and the other women with babies looked at Dean. Bart slapped a bracelet on the table with a ferocious glare. "He's gotten so drunk that he's rambling."That bracelet was a rare one. It was a thread of sandalwood beads with a special fr
"I suspect that some of them are foreign mercenaries," Aria said.The train marshal was stunned for a moment. "You've read too many of those novels, young lady. We inspected everyone onboard very strictly so foreign mercenaries couldn't have boarded the train.""Usually." Aria opened a photo on her phone. "Look at the weird position of their hands. Also, the babies in these women's arms were all drugged."The train marshal shot up instantly after seeing the photo. It was obvious that this young marshal hadn't encountered something so serious before. "I'll report this to my superiors immediately.""You don't have time to. Where is the broadcasting system? Take me there," Aria said.The young train marshal was still hesitating. According to regulations, passengers couldn't enter the driver's compartment and the broadcasting room.Noticing that, Aria made a call immediately. "Have the conductor and person in charge of train K122 issue a command to every staff member onboard. Inform
"Yeah, that was weird as hell. He was saying something about how the hospital sold them, not him, and that they shouldn't come to him. What did this hospital sell?""Sounds dangerous. It's probably some shady hospital."Carriage 6 was instantly filled with a cacophony as everyone discussed what had happened. Under such circumstances, it was normal for people to develop curiosity about current events. However, some of the passengers didn't join the conversation; they were watching where Dean was taken away to, as if waiting for an opportunity to strike. Luckily, the train stopped temporarily, giving them time to devise a plan again. Pandemonium hadn't ensued because they were exposed but because Dean had suddenly spiraled into madness. Under such special circumstances, the last thing they wanted was for their plan to unravel halfway.Meticulous preparation was necessary prior to delivering a batch of goods. Not only did they have to bribe various authorities, but they also had to
The train marshal dealing with Marna was conflicted for a moment. Had the higher-ups made a mistake? After all, not every woman with a baby was involved in this case. While the officer hesitated, Marna started crying piteously. "I'm just taking my baby back to my hometown with me. Please, sir, you can't just arrest innocent people like me!"I'm so unlucky! Oh, dear! Why did I take this train? I should've gone back one day later. My son's grandparents wanted to see him badly, so I decided to rush back. Little did I know this would happen to me!"The authorities were most wary of people like her, with kind faces and little education, because they couldn't determine her alleged innocence.Even the other passengers were vouching for her. "Is there a misunderstanding, sir? She had been holding this baby in her arms. She wasn't talking much, and she didn't board the train with these men.""Exactly, sir—"The passengers onboard tended to be kind. Whenever something like this happened,
Even the members of the organization thought Bart was the leader. They didn't know Marna's true identity. She'd thought that she could escape from this unscathed. Even if she was arrested, she had prepared an excuse—she'd claim that she was doing this under coercion. However, this wouldn't happen, not when Aria was here. She was skilled in analyzing the logic behind people's actions as well as mental profiling, and she'd noticed, way earlier on, that Bart would look at Marna first whenever he spoke.Marna looked like a woman holding a baby, someone even Bart could be aggressive toward. However, that was only the surface. She had remained calm since the arrest started, and unlike everyone else involved, she was yet to be haunted by vengeful spirits.Like Bart, she carried an item that repelled vengeful spirits, which was why they dared not approach her. Aria yanked on the length of red string around Marna's neck, and the older woman suddenly turned pale. In front of her stood a
The train marshal didn't believe her. "You'd better tell the truth. Serenity Hospital is very reputable.""I'm telling the truth," Marna insisted, her voice shaky as she stared at Bart. She feared the ghost child might also start perching on her shoulder. The train marshal looked at Aria. "But Serenity Hospital…""Just because it's reputable doesn't mean there aren't immoral doctors," Aria replied flatly, not dwelling too much on this issue. After all, the Gunther family was a prime example in Southbury. Besides, one might lie when faced with others, but they couldn't do so when facing their inner fears.Aria leaned forward, her hands pressing into the table as she asked Marna, "Did they only provide the birth certificates to you, or did they also do something else? Did the parents not question the hospital when their babies died?""Some questioned, and some simply accepted it." Marna's hands trembled. "The hospital judges the parents by their financial situation as well. If the
Lucas' life took an unexpected turn when he met Aria, though Lily, confident in her knowledge, remained blissfully unaware.When Aria called, Lucas was packing up at the office, preparing to leave with one last glance around. Outside his door stood his secretary, Micah Wattiby, holding his phone.Micah knew Lucas had been inundated with requests for favors since his recent promotion. With more people seeking his attention, Micah hoped to leverage this moment to secure a position alongside Lucas in Janovin, which would greatly advance his career.Eager to discuss this with Lucas, Micah struggled to conceal his ambitions as he answered the call. "Mr. Murray is in a meeting and cannot take your call. Please leave a message, and I will relay it," he said curtly.Aria raised an eyebrow, curious if Lucas had replaced his secretary. "Can you tell me when the meeting ends?""I can't do that," Micah replied, frowning. Who did she think she was?Noting his attitude, Aria smirked. "Does Mr.
Aria took Lucas' words to heart, constantly considering his perspective."I have a lead on Uludon's human trafficking case. Besides the people you arrested, there's a major player connected to Serenity Hospital."Serenity Hospital was the last place Lucas expected to be involved. "Serenity Hospital? This is shocking. Whoever can control that place must be quite powerful.""Exactly," Aria replied, explaining further. "There's something important to note about Serenity Hospital. They are the ones issuing birth certificates for the trafficked children on the train I'm on."Mercenaries are even involved, which is unusual for typical trafficking operations. I questioned the mastermind, but she seemed unaware of the mercenaries' involvement. But I'll keep digging on my end."Within the next half hour, there will be a news report about child trafficking on a train. You can use Serenity Hospital as a starting point to investigate the people behind it."Lucas recognized the gravity of the
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