All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 1691 - Chapter 1700

"I'm here to remind everyone to run your businesses properly. What my great-grandfather said when founding this Chamber still holds true today," Aria said. "Even in business, you need to maintain your integrity. Don't bow to foreign interests, don't seek profits without work, and make your money in a proper way. "Why are you all so curious about Mr. Murray's hobbies? Do you want him to throw you in jail too?" As Aria spoke, the others started sweating nervously. "Ms. Carver, that's not what we meant. The economy's tough right now. Our hope is for supportive policies that will allow our companies to thrive, which naturally contributes to the Chamber's success."Aria fixed her gaze on them. She knew the business world wasn't all black and white. People needed their profit motives to keep things moving. Aria didn't mind them looking for opportunities, and she didn't believe that everyone should stop having selfish thoughts. But she had to set ground rules and make them understand

Durand was in the living room, furiously yelling at his wife, Nisa, who never earned his respect. Sitting on the couch, Nisa seemed already used to this treatment. Durand shouted, "I told you to go beg the Grisham family for help. Why aren't you moving? What's the point of you sitting around at home all day?" "Unlike you, I have too much self-respect for that. Durand, you know exactly how you stabbed the Grisham family in the back, yet you're asking me to beg them for mercy." Nisa's voice was cold. "I won't go." "Then use your father's connections! He left behind quite a network, didn't he? All these years, you've never worked and only lived off me like a useless wife. Now that the company's in trouble, why won't you help?" As Durand spoke, he grabbed Nisa's arm roughly. "Go beg them!" That was when someone from the Grisham family arrived. It was a young man named Keegan Brunson, who was dressed in all black. "Mrs. Guetta, I was sent by Ms. Carver." After hearing this, Nisa

Instantly, the atmosphere grew tense. Landon's gaze darkened as he said, "Yes, I've seen it before." It seemed like he was not planning to hide it anymore. Simon listened from nearby. "The Royal Hotel has a copy of this youth paper too," Landon said matter-of-factly, "You probably didn't notice it last time. Most people wouldn't." The Royal Hotel? Aria remembered how unusual that hotel was. From what people knew, it had been around for over a hundred years. Doing the math, it made sense that they might have kept something from that time. But what hotel would randomly keep an old newspaper? What use could it possibly have for them? Seeing her expression, Landon knew he had diverted her thoughts. His gaze shifted a little to meet Simon's eyes. Simon then lowered his head and moved closer to Aria. Aria did not notice this exchange. She was completely focused on the youth paper in her hands. As she flipped through it, she suddenly found a news story from that time. Back the

Aria chose to send a letter rather than an email to avoid leaving any digital traces. Besides, no one would question a letter addressed to Tobias. She wanted to communicate two key points—first, she suspected there was a mole within their ranks; second, the incident's impact was too significant to ignore."Based on my understanding of 001, there's a 90% chance this is real. She's already on her way to Grindham. It's not just her who needs to be cautious about the missing Special Missions Unit members—we all do."Reggie, double-check customs records. We're shifting our focus to Grindham. The disappearance happened while we were investigating that area, so something there isn't right."The man standing beside Tobias, Reggie Fairchild, saluted. "Yes, Mr. Revelare."Tobias studied the map and said, "The mastermind must have chosen Grindham for a reason."The others in the room, including a few scholars, began to grow tense."We just don't know how the virus was brought in," one of

When an emergency meeting was called within the Special Missions Unit, Aria only needed to type one word—Spirit.Almost immediately, a reply popped up on her screen."Boss, you're finally here. I'm so sick of the food. It's tasty, sure—but even someone who can handle spice like me can't take eating it three times a day."Aria had long instructed her team to adapt to the local environment, customs, and food, wherever they were deployed. The goal was simple—blend in as much as possible.Another team member chimed in, "You should be grateful you even have something to eat. Stop being picky."The first responder fell silent. It was a reminder that what one person considered a luxury, another might find unaffordable. The contrast was stark.Meanwhile, Landon informed Aria that they would meet some of the York family's old acquaintances. Aria continued updating the Special Missions Unit as they walked toward a Rolls-Royce Cullinan."Boss, you asked us to keep an eye on the hospitals.