Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 1961 - Bab 1970

Curtis looked at Aria and said, "You know what they say—some people just need the right opportunity to show what they're made of. Clarence has been pretty sheltered, but he'll find his feet if he has someone like you pushing him. He'll take the Gallaghers' places." "Mr. Gallagher Senior, do you really have that much faith in me?" Aria was genuinely curious. "We just met, and you're already entrusting your grandson to me." Curtis chuckled. "I trust my gut when it comes to people. Look, I've spent my whole life building up the family. If nobody can step up, the Gallaghers are done for when I'm gone. But if someone can take the reins, we'll keep growing. "I believe you came to Portfall for something. The Gallaghers might not own this city, but we've got pull. Having us in your corner will make things easier for you." Aria's eyes narrowed a bit. She really did have her hands tied in Portfall. The Carvers and Yorks were still finding their feet here, so they were nothing like the lo

After running a reverse image search, Aria found out that Chauncey's team had actually stolen the photos from other charities' promotional materials. They had changed the angles and photoshopped them, but Aria could spot the originals right away. Just then, Aria saw Chauncey heading toward the bathroom with someone. She got up immediately and followed, flipping on the recorder in her pocket. Aria kept her footsteps light, so Chauncey didn't notice anyone tailing him. "Is everything set up? All the money goes into the foundation account first, then you guys should move the money out in batches." That was Chauncey's voice. Even from a distance, she could hear him clearly. "We've made arrangements like you asked, but the media..." Aria then heard another man's voice. Chauncey let out a cold laugh. "Don't worry. Everyone who showed up is one of ours. They'll write what we tell them to. As for those small-time reporters, some hush money will shut them up." Aria held her brea

Chauncey yelled at Aria, "You!" He gritted his teeth. "Very well. I'll make sure you remember what happens when you cross me." Aria ignored him and stared straight at the host. "It's been a while since we placed that 250 million bid. Are you going to bang that gavel or what?" The host paused. "250 million dollars going once, 250 million dollars going twice, and sold! Congratulations to Bidder No. 18 for winning the Starlight Elegy! All winning bidders, please proceed to payment." "Hold on." Aria walked forward. "Something tells me this Starlight Elegy is fake." Everyone frowned when they heard that. "How could it be fake? We've bid on lots of items before. Experts verified everything, so they're all real." "Yeah, if this Starlight Elegy is fake, what about everything we bought before? Were those fake too?" "Why's everyone so worked up?" Aria looked around the room. "I don't know if what you bought before was fake. But the Starlight Elegy in that acrylic case is definitely

Rollo, Seamus, Turl, and Bram gave a slight bow and said to Aria, "Ms. Carver, sorry we're late." There was a hint of amusement in Aria's eyes. "I'm glad that you're here. The show's just getting started." Rollo nodded and headed straight for Shadrack. "You old bastard, what makes you qualified to be president? You only sit on your ass all day, and you make profits off the port! "You're just a disgusting piece of crap! Now that your boss got dragged off, how dare you think you can take his spot?" "You!" Shadrack pointed at Rollo. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're just some trash that's kicked out of the Chamber!" Rollo didn't even flinch. "You're wrong again. I don't regret leaving the Chamber. I wouldn't even be able to sleep at night if I'd worked under someone like Chauncey." While all this was happening in the hall, Landon and Sam had no idea. They were outside the hotel, lying in wait. Ever since Aria spotted the fake Chauncey on stage, she knew the real one

Meanwhile, a car was parked a few blocks away from the Vanderbilt Hotel. The man inside kept waiting for Chauncey to show up. But after ages of waiting, everyone inside had scattered, and Chauncey never came. Something felt wrong, so he quickly drove away. After a while, the car stopped. He got out and pushed through the door. "Sir, I waited there forever. Chauncey never showed." "What?" Feran turned around. "But Chauncey said he'd hide his identity and put a double on stage. If he didn't meet you, someone probably grabbed him." The man's face changed. "Sir, we need to find him fast. He knows too much. This could get messy." "No rush." Feran clasped his hands behind his back. "Chauncey's important, but not so important that we can't lose him. He finished his job anyway. The stock profits will all hit the offshore accounts." The man's voice dropped. "But he's seen me. We're screwed if he identifies me." Feran waved his hand and produced a mask. "Wear this. Nobody will reco