All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 1911 - Chapter 1920

The Dawnscale sect leaders stood at the side when Aria made a promise to the griefwraiths. The three of them had already witnessed Aria summoning Blanc and Noir before, so they did not seem surprised at all. The spirits' eyes lit up with newfound hope when they heard her promise. There was no need for Blanc and Noir to show up for this kind of situation. She only had to call up a couple of Phantom Patrols who could escort these spirits to their reincarnation. Aria's lips barely parted as she spoke the summoning words. Within seconds, a thick wall of fog rolled in from the distance. Two shadowy figures emerged from the fog, each one gripping a soulbreaker rod in their hands. These weapons were specifically designed for dealing with spirits who decided to resist. Any regular arcane priest would have needed to set up an altar, perform complex rituals, prepare expensive offerings, and be respectful when summoning the Phantom Patrols. But Aria hadn't done any of that prep work. Sh

Landon arched his eyebrow with amusement. He said, "You've always been an amazing woman. No matter how complicated things get, you'll always find a way out." Aria's voice carried a hint of laughter. "That's only because you're always by my side." She turned to Sam. "Sam, come here." Sam heard Aria calling and bounced over eagerly. The moment he sat down, Aria said softly, "Sam, we can't have fried chicken and burgers tomorrow anymore." Sam's head whipped around. "Huh? Why not?" Aria's brows drew together. "Because I need you to handle something." Sam shook his head hard. "No way! I want to stay with you, Boss!" Aria held his face and asked, "Are you not going to follow my orders anymore?" Sam stuck out his bottom lip. "You finally found me, yet now you're leaving me again. I don't care. I won't do it." Aria leaned in closer, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear. "Sam, Mr. Pratt is one of our people. I need you to protect him and make sure nothing happen

The sudden intensity knocked Aria off balance. She shook her head a little, trying to snap out of it. But the heat from Landon's hand was too hot to brush off. "Hold on." Aria's breath came fast and ragged, like she'd sunk into quicksand. The harder she fought, the deeper she went. Landon smiled down at her, yanking his collar open with one hand. A shirt button popped off and hit the floor. His dark shirt made his neck look even paler, giving off an air of control and hunger. Any woman would've melted on the spot. After all, Landon was tall, loaded, and gorgeous. He was literally the best man anyone could ever ask for. But all Aria could focus on was his throat and those faint veins under his skin. Her throat went dry, and she had this wild urge to just sink her teeth in. Landon did not smell like cologne, yet it was such a pleasant scent. Aria felt the need to just eat him alive. Her fists balled up tight. Between her dry throat and that amazing smell coming off him, she

Rowan quickly called after Horace. "It's fine, Horace. We'll just earn money the honest way. Think of it as entertainment." Wystan chimed in too. "Rowan is right. Everyone makes bad calls sometimes. There are scammers in real life, and the ones online are even sketchier. You should stop playing too." Horace nodded slightly. "Yeah, got it." He could not hide the disappointment in his eyes. As Rowan watched Horace's retreating figure, he said, "Wystan, something feels off about Horace." Wystan nodded gently. "I feel it too. It's like he's losing himself to the gambling game." Rowan felt a pang of regret. "I wouldn't have taken that job if I'd known. Then Horace wouldn't have seen it and wouldn't have played this crap." Wystan shook his head. "Even if he didn't see it now, it doesn't mean he wouldn't run into it later. Let's text him and tell him not to play anymore." They both pulled out their phones and sent messages to Horace. Back in his car, Horace sat there feeling f

If it were a call from back home, Aria would have recognized the number. She thought for a moment, then pressed the answer button without speaking. When the person on the other end saw the call connect, he asked, "Is this Mrs. York?" She'd just heard Randall call her that a couple of days ago. She paused. "Uncle Randall?" Randall chuckled and said, "Mrs. York, it makes me happy to hear you calling me that." Aria looked up. "I'm glad to hear that, Uncle Randall. Landon calls you uncle, so it's only right I do the same." "Thank you for trusting me, Mrs. York." Randall's voice grew serious. "Please know that I trust you just as much." Aria laughed softly. "You're too kind, Uncle Randall. But why are you calling me?" Randall's tone grew heavier. "There's something I might need your help with, Mrs. York. I actually reached out to Mr. York first, but he said I should talk to you. That's why I'm calling." Aria asked, "Hmm, you're quite an influential figure in Portfall, Uncle