Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 1851 - Bab 1860

Delbert's face went pale. He never expected to see Aria here. Hadn't those from the Chamber of Commerce said that Aria had disappeared? How could she be showing up here? Besides Delbert, everyone else froze up too. They'd only dared to come here with these schemes because things had been unstable recently. They figured both the Yorks and the Carvers might be in decline, so they wanted to get a head start on preparing for what came next. People always had to look out for themselves, after all. Aria saw right through their thoughts. Usually, she would have made time to play with them slowly, driving them into a corner through business dealings. Right now, though, her mind was completely focused on what was happening in the emergency room. She decided to let Troy handle them. "Whatever industry these executives are in, tell them they have nothing to do with York Group anymore. The Carvers will make sure they can't do any business at all." The three men's faces went white, and th

Besides, with how things were now, companies selling domestic products were getting crushed hard. Under the pressure from foreign capital, plenty of legacy enterprises had already been bought out. Companies selling things in physical stores couldn't compete with e-commerce companies at all. Everything was about entertainment, constant stimulation, and following the crowd now. People stopped trying because the effort seemed pointless. They might as well just give up. This was the way things were heading, and it was how young people thought too. Nobody was wrong; everyone was just trying to survive. The problem was that the Carver family had no way to maintain what made them special in this massive wave of change, especially with all the parasites within the family itself. Talon had foreseen Carver Group's collapse and the tragic endings for all six Carver children. The only thing that had changed this chain of events was Aria getting brought back home. But that was only possible

Aria said, "I don't get it." Clenching her jaw tight, she was about to crumple to the ground one second, then somehow haul herself back up the next. Dark energy exploded out of her like a tidal wave. "I don't give a damn about what's supposed to happen or not. All I know is good gets rewarded, and evil gets what's coming to it. These bastards are rotten to the core, but just because they mess around with arcane, they think they're better than anyone else. "They never have to feel the Blackwater burn their flesh. What a joke! What kind of judgment are you people even making?" Even now, whenever Vexon looked at her, he felt like his head was spinning. Back then, she'd been wrapped up in so much bad karma. Her obsession had dug itself so deep into her bones that nothing seemed like it could set her free. They'd tried hitting her with the Oblivion Draught to wash her soul clean, but she'd almost made off with Lethe instead. The dead wives of those border soldiers pretty much al

The members of the Special Missions Unit were standing not far from the van. While Hank and Jesse were smoking, Zane crouched down and slowly approached the van. When he spotted Sam through the mirror, he tapped on the car window. Sam had his eyes half-closed, but when he saw it was Zane, he opened them. Sam slowly rolled down the window. Zane handed over a phone and gestured for Sam to type his message. Sam got it immediately, took the phone, and started typing away. After finishing, he handed it back to Zane and rolled the window back up. Hank and Jesse had just finished their cigarettes and were coming back, so Zane bent down and returned to where his team members were. Then he pulled out the phone to read it. It said, "Don't worry about me for now. First, I need you to find an old man on the ship. He's got a really weird smell on him, exactly the same as what I smelled at the city hall!" After reading it, Zane put away his phone. He led his team members to casually walk a

The bus looked normal enough on the outside, but the license plate looked quite beat up. Even the route number flashing on the screen gave people the creeps. Weirdly, none of the people in line seemed to react to it. The office worker, Lonnie Pratt, was probably fresh out of college based on how young his clothes and style looked. College students always had trouble adjusting to overtime when they first started working. He was texting and complaining to his friends. Obviously, he hadn't noticed the route number either and was about to get on. Right then, a voice spoke up next to him. "Wait for the next one." It was Landon. He really didn't look like someone who rode public buses. People might not recognize the brand of his clothes and shoes, but anyone could tell they were all custom-made. Lonnie looked at him and made a confused sound. Landon didn't say anything else, just stepped onto the bus. Weirded out by Landon's words, Lonnie muttered, "What the hell? This man's cuttin