For a long time, people who were more educated used their knowledge to look down on those less educated, as if being well-read made them inherently superior. Yet, many of them owed their education to their parents' hard work.Knowledge was never meant to be a tool for bullying the weak.However, times have changed, and so have people's mindsets.Dylan shook his head politely. "Youngsters today can't handle a bit of advice. I don't mean any harm by it. You should just focus on proving me wrong, right? No need to get angry."Dylan then glanced at Mindy helplessly. "I don't understand the entertainment industry. Did I say something wrong?"Mindy gently tugged at Dylan's sleeve. "Mr. Soller, let's just focus on our own matters. I know how much you care about cultural relics, and I share your frustration about people taking advantage of them."But there's been a misunderstanding. I'm sure everyone here has the same good intentions in mind for participating in this show."Mindy even g
The production team was well aware of the audience's opinions, but they couldn't help but respect Aria. Though Dylan claimed to have a deep appreciation for antiques, his combative stance toward Aria suggested he was more interested in the attention. Yet, for the sake of the show's ratings, the production team had no choice but to invite someone like him. The show's host, Melody, quickly diffused the tension. "It's normal to have disagreements when analyzing artifacts. Don't take it too personally, Mr. Soller. Sometimes, young people understand more than we expect."She continued smoothly, "Let's not keep the audience waiting. I know the audience is just as excited about the appraisal! Let's begin with the first item on my left, a stunning wooden statue of Maelis from the 10th century. And with that, let the auction commence!"Excitement filled the studio as the show kicked off."Can anyone tell if this Maelis is genuine?""The first item is usually authentic.""Look! Mr. Soll
When Dylan saw the next item, he chuckled and confidently announced, "It's a finely crafted contemporary cigar glass. I'd definitely add it to my collection if I saw it elsewhere."After his words, everyone knew the item must be a fake. The colorful cigar glass and its lifelike design made one look at it more.However, this was an artifact evaluation contest; not everything was valuable enough to warrant a bid. Mindy smiled without raising her paddle. She could sense the fortune behind the artifact and recognize its authenticity by examining its texture. Those familiar with the antique world knew that genuine items never looked so new.The other team hesitated, but they slowly lowered their hands when they noticed no one bidding. Everyone assumed the second item would go without a bid. Melody was ready to move on to the third item when, unexpectedly, Aria raised her paddle and said calmly, "We'd like to bid on the second item, please."Dylan sneered inwardly. Leon's sister, jus
Owen had completely forgotten that he was Aria's father. He was obsessed with regaining control of the Carver Group and restoring his pride, so he was willing to watch Aria humiliate herself if it meant achieving his goals.It wasn't entirely Owen's fault—he'd long believed that Aria brought him nothing but bad luck. But Aria saw right through his schemes. A cold smile crept onto her lips as she spoke, "Leon, it seems Mr. Carver still hasn't learned his lesson. How about we give him an unforgettable experience?"Initially, Aria had no ill feelings toward Owen. But that was before she remembered how he had verbally torn into Leon and Fiona in her dreams, betraying the Carver family to sell out their generations of hard work to the Krowonians.Her anger only grew as she recalled how Owen had contributed to Warren's decline, eventually leading to his death. Owen didn't deserve to be part of the Carver family at all.When Aria narrowed her gaze, Leon could feel the intensity that oth
As Melody turned to reveal the details of the first antique, it became clear that, as predicted by most, the item was a fake. However, due to its association with a reputable family, it held value as a collectible. As expected, the other two teams scored two points, while Aria's team remained stagnant—solidifying suspicions that she was out of her depth and more interested in fame than competition.Dylan chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Oops, looks like the youngsters got their first antique wrong. Does this mean the amount they bet should be nullified?"A zero score would eliminate Leon from the competition, and his fans were baffled by Aria's actions. As Leon's sister, she had the chance to play her cards carefully. Even with her limited education, she should have known better. Instead, her recklessness was dragging Leon down—was she trying to help him gain even more haters?Dylan took pleasure in putting cocky youngsters in their place, particularly idols who relied o
Sitting in the VIP section, Don couldn't hold back and leaped to his feet. "What a load of nonsense! She's spouting complete rubbish! Where did you find this so-called cultural relic restorer? Aspiring, my foot! Who taught her to identify artifacts by staring at the artwork and guessing its era?"The audience knew nothing about his outburst, but the cameras caught every moment. The director quickly sensed what was happening and tried to calm Don. "Mr. Hendricks, take a breath. There are knowledgeable people here. Leon's team will set things straight."It took nearly five people to stop Don from storming the stage. He clenched his fists, realizing the advice was sound—maybe it was better to let Aria handle it.Melody took the stage and glanced at Dylan. "Mr. Soller, do you share the same assessment?"Dylan was brimming with confidence. "Mindy speaks for me.""Alright, that's their reasoning for not bidding. Let's hear why you're bidding," Melody smiled, turning to Leon and Aria.
The guests' reactions were clearly visible on the screen, and Dylan was no exception. When the audience saw his nervousness, they exchanged glances."No way. Could she be right?""I don't think so. How could an idol's family member know anything about cultural relics? She's just bluffing about it being from the 17th century. If it's truly valuable, it would be documented in books."Stubborn people like them would never accept reality unless they were proven wrong.Mindy also sensed something was off. Just as she was about to defend herself, the screen lit up again. It was too late.The ink painting displayed a cigar glass in a glass case. As the ink swirled, the piece's origins were revealed.According to legend, a foreign envoy visited Farshya in the late 17th century and was captivated by the region's craftsmanship, which was considered among the best in the world at that time. An expert immortalized the envoy's likeness in the cigar glass.It really was from the 17th century!
Aria looked up calmly. "I didn't want to take it this far, but Mr. Soller, I think it's time your credentials are questioned." Dylan's face twisted in fury. "What do you mean by that?"Aria flashed a sly grin. "Exactly what I said."Mindy quickly tried to de-escalate the situation. "Aria, we're filming a show. Please show some respect for your seniors."Aria shot her a cold glance. "Seniors? Whose seniors? Yours? That explains a lot. Birds of a feather, I suppose."Dylan, fuming, turned to Melody. "This is too much! I'm refusing to participate if she's still on the show. Deal with this. I don't understand why you'd invite someone so arrogant, especially someone who doesn't even have a degree. Or is it because her brother's a famous idol? Ridiculous!"Dylan was certain the production team would side with him. His status alone made that seem inevitable.Melody, caught off guard by the escalation, was about to intervene when Aria spoke again. "Mr. Soller, don't get so heated. It's
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