All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 1951 - Chapter 1959

Aria's lips curled into a smirk. "We'll just go easy on them if they can't take a punch. If they can, we'll hit harder." Right then, a red barrier shot up all around the sect grounds, trapping everything inside. Frederick cackled. "Our sect leader's here!" And so, he and Tristan immediately dropped to their knees. Aria didn't even look up. She grabbed a slice of watermelon and started eating. "Do you guys want some? It's super sweet." She held out the watermelon without waiting for them to answer. "Who dares attack our sect?" A voice boomed from everywhere at once, so there was no sign of whoever was speaking. "You're practically asking for death here!" Aria spat out some seeds. "Sam, don't kill him when you're done. We still need answers." "Got it!" Sam nodded eagerly. "I'll be careful, boss!" Aria grabbed a napkin and cleaned off Sam's hands and face. Then he got up. "Whoever you are, just come out here and fight!" An old man appeared out of nowhere right in front

Sam had Firth's legs in his grip and swung him hard to the right. Firth tumbled through the air several times before finally stopping. "Great job, Sam." Aria looked over at him. "Alright, you've had enough fun. Leave him breathing and bring him here." Sam nodded. "Got it, boss. You can count on me!" Seeing this, Firth shouted desperately, "When has our sect ever offended you? Why are you using such evil methods against us?" Aria looked up with renewed interest. "Weren't you acting tough just a minute ago? You heard your two disciples tell their side of the story and immediately decided we came here to pick a fight, didn't you?" "So what actually happened?" Firth's brow furrowed. "I watched Frederick and Tristan grow up, so I know they wouldn't do anything inappropriate." "Are you sure you know nothing about this?" Aria's voice was cold, her eyes full of suspicion. "From what I've learned, your two disciples aren't particularly talented. Yet they have the power to imprison s

Chauncey's words made everyone's eyes fill with doubt. "You're kidding, right? It's not that easy to crash Portfall's stock market." "Are you actually going to waste more time on stocks? When Athara and Krowo tried to crush Farshya's gold market, don't you remember how much money they lost? Farshyans are lunatics! They'll buy up everything!" "Shut up!" Chauncey massaged his temples. "That was Athara and Krowo's operation. They didn't think it through, so of course they'd fail. But I've already finished planning everything!" The people on the call all started talking. "Really?" "Why didn't we know about this?" "You mean you've already got Portfall's stock market in your pocket?" "Just wait till the market opens next week." Chauncey sounded relaxed. "The stocks for MIRXES and Sunhall have only been going up, but I'm actually the one manipulating them. "Everyone's thrown their money into these two stocks. When the market opens next week and these stocks tank, they'll be wi

Clarence said, "I see." He then patted Curtis' back gently. "I'll follow your lead, Grandpa. Since you think our savior is someone special, maybe we'll bump into her at this banquet." "Look at you, thinking things through from all angles." Curtis beamed with pride. "Once this banquet's over, the road I've paved for you is yours to travel. Make it or break it—that'll be on you." Clarence nodded hard. "I won't let you down, Grandpa!" …Outside the window, the sun gave way to the moon, leaving a faint wash of white in the sky. Aria and Landon were already dressed for the banquet. Even Sam's outfit had been personally designed by Aria. He looked like a cute little tiger cub, though the formal wear made him seem more grown-up. "Whoa! Boss, this feels so comfortable." Sam kept checking himself out in the mirror, like he'd found some treasure. Aria smiled. "Of course it fits. I made it specifically for you." She had full CEO vibes today, holding her own next to Landon witho

Aria had never been to the Vanderbilt Hotel before. Right from the entrance, she could see that the lobby still kept its classic Art Deco charm. There were massive marble columns, intricate details everywhere, and water features flowing through the space. It was a nice blend of Ignisian and Glacian style. The attendant led them down several hallways until they finally reached the banquet hall doors. The attendant pushed the doors open, and they all filed in. They'd barely gotten inside when someone piped up with obvious sarcasm. "Oh, look, it's Mr. Pratt. Aren't you a bit past your prime for these parties?" That person was trying to make it clear that Sawyer didn't belong here. Everyone within earshot turned to stare. "That's true. The Pratts don't have the standing for this kind of event. How'd he even score an invite?" "I bet it's fake. You can't just show up to something like this." "Maybe Mr. Benton threw him a bone since he's technically in the Chamber. He probably