Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 1871 - Bab 1880

As Landon's words fell, the scene around them changed. The sterile hospital room with its heavy disinfectant smell was gone. All the sounds grew distant. They were now in Ghost City, where demons roamed and countless spirits gathered in the deepest part of the Spectral Realm. Everything was cold on the highest level except where the Shadowlord lived. Hot springs seemed to fall from the sky as water droplets hit the stone surfaces. The warmth behind her reminded Aria of exactly where she had ended up. Nobody would disturb them here for sure—the barrier he had created was the same place where he had once kept her captive. When Aria tried to move, the chain around her ankle would pull her back into his arms. Golden tent hooks held silk curtains that fluttered in the breeze, creating an atmosphere of endless intimacy. Landon still looked sharp in his suit, but he now carried an ancient kind of elegance. The scent of sandalwood mixed with pine smoke suddenly enveloped everything.

The Glowstones were so ridiculously bright that some evil spirits were literally hiding under rocks to escape the glare. And the Skyfeathers had brought way too much celestial wine. Every time they flew overhead, they would hear this heavenly music playing. On top of that, everyone knew what it meant for Shadowspire when the Pahanas, white tigers, Vermilion Birds, and White Aegises all showed up. Wherever those beasts went, the evil spirits did everything they could to become invisible. Every clan had rushed here from all over the place, kicking up massive clouds of black mist and making the ground shake with all their footsteps. Aria could definitely feel all the chaos going on outside from her spot in bed. The servants didn't dare get anywhere near the room. They were stuck watching from way back behind the curtains, still trying to get some water ready for their queen. Even without knowing the full story, they could tell the night had been pretty intense. Aria's eyebrows s

Divine retribution couldn't touch Landon anyway. They came from the same place, so it made sense. There couldn't be divine retribution without the heavens existing first. Plus, divine retribution only existed because of Landon in the first place. Inside the Earthbound Manifestation, divine retribution couldn't mess with anyone since the manifestation wouldn't affect the karmic order. Now that all the spiritual beasts had gotten their fortune, they wanted to find their master, especially the white tiger and Spiritdeer clans from Mount Hollowlight. After all, they'd made bonding contracts with Aria way back when. Aria and Landon never got to finish their wedding at Mount Hollowlight properly. Now, their wedding finally happened, and it was as beautiful and grand as it was supposed to be. They all felt really proud of Aria, but most of them couldn't stick around. The ones who saw Aria like their own child—the spider clan and others—weren't avoiding the celebration. They'd just dis

King pushed the blonde out of his arms. He stood up with his phone and slowly walked toward the darkest corner of the room. "Someone's got their eyes on Portfall. They want to stir up trouble there." He took a drag of his cigarette. "You know how it is—go further inland and your people have tight control, so nothing major happens. But Portfall is different. That place... well, it's got historical baggage." He didn't need to spell it out. The moment he mentioned Portfall, Aria stopped flipping through the list. "Got it." Aria chuckled, but her expression turned cold. "Some people really never learn." King set down his drink. "That's only because they think you've retired. After all, on the international bounty list, you're listed as some old guy over 50 years old. Based on their calculations, you're not handling this stuff anymore, so they decided to make their move. "Otherwise, who'd have the guts to mess with this when they know you're still around? I don't think anyone can

If these Chamber members could get another chance, they'd stand up to foreign investors even if it meant risking everything they had. The feeling of being looked down on had been way too painful. A lot of their old friends had left the business because of that. Foreign investors had gotten rich early and had better technology, so who knew how much money they'd stolen from Farshyan businessmen? Back then, locals did the hardest work for the lowest pay. Just thinking about those times made every executive in the room feel bitter, no matter which side they were on. The meeting room fell silent. Aria spoke up again. "Those foreign investors are back. I'm sure I don't need to tell anyone about what happened with the port authority a few days ago. Someone's been liquidating their domestic holdings en masse. They're clearly preparing for something. "Weak countries have no diplomatic power, and that rule applies everywhere. Over the past decade, foreign investors have witnessed the sig