Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 2201 - Bab 2210

Sylas' subordinates couldn't even bring themselves to look at Landon as he walked away.Sylas struggled to his feet. His legs were still wobbly, and he didn't dare to look back at Grief Peak. All he could think about was running as far as possible. He swore never to set foot on this forsaken ground again—the place that had caused him such unbearable agony.His subordinates felt as though they had been granted mercy. They tumbled to their feet, ignoring their fallen weapons and lingering fear. They hurried after Sylas like lost hounds fleeing in panic.The group stumbled along without direction. Their demonic energy had dissipated, and their urge to kill was nowhere to be found. All their former pride and swagger had vanished, replaced entirely by sheer terror and utter humiliation.In less than half an hour, the once-menacing force had completely disappeared from Grief Peak. Only the silent, ruined stone platform and Landon's faint lingering pressure remained.Only after Sylas and

Aria didn't know what insane method Landon had used to bring Sam back from the brink of death, rebuild his spirit, and suppress his chaotic energy.Yet she never asked. She could see the flicker in Landon's eyes and understood that everyone had their own secrets and burdens they chose to carry alone. Since Landon chose to hide his convictions from her, she chose not to pry. She would simply cherish the peace before her.Sam ran up to Aria and skidded to a stop before her. He tilted his chubby face and looked at her with bright eyes. His mouth widened into a big grin, revealing two tiny canine teeth adorably. He gripped the hem of his clothes without realizing it. He wiggled and bounced, too eager to talk to Aria. Sam looked at her with a sense of attachment and trust. When he spoke, his voice was bright and crisp. "Boss, I missed you. Weren't we at Suncrest Sect or something? Why did I suddenly faint?"The moment he finished speaking, an unmistakable gurgle came from his stoma

The three anonymous overseas investment giants shorted the Carver Group's stocks in Hornwell Gold and Future Buildings.A tidal wave of sell orders slammed into the market, and the Carver Group's stocks plummeted the moment the stock market opened. Within the first hour alone, trading was halted ten separate times as the stocks kept hitting circuit breakers. Just like that, more than 300 billion dollars of the Carver Group's market value vanished. Retail investors rushed to unload their shares while institutional players drove the price down even harder. The Carver Group's stock sank like dead weight. A chorus of wails echoed inside the exchange. The Carver Group's ticker symbol had become a nightmare for investors.On top of that, the overseas banking alliance secretly controlled by Sylas suddenly announced it was terminating its partnership with Carver Group. They even demanded immediate repayment of outstanding obligations totaling 180 billion dollars.Major local banks follo

Even on the edge of total exhaustion, the silver needles in Aria's hands moved like they had a mind of their own. The last elder scrambled and crawled his way to the entrance of the main hall before his legs gave out. He dropped to his knees on the cold stone with a heavy crack. His whole body was shaking as he slammed his forehead against the ground repeatedly. Blood and dirt smeared across his face until it was a mess. His voice came out shredded and raw. "Please spare me. I swear I'll never set foot in Grayburn Sect again!" Aria walked toward him slowly. Her clothes had soaked through with blood long ago, so they were dark red from collar to hem. And every step she took left a faint crimson footprint on the stone stairs. The setting sun draped over her shoulders, but it didn't look like evening light. It looked like bloodstained armor. When she stared down at him, there was no anger in her eyes, just a still and dead kind of coldness. It was the kind of calm that came righ

Blood dripped the entire way as Landon walked on. It fell from the hem of his coat, his fingertips, and every open wound. The trail it left was long and vivid, a red line stretching from the sect gates all the way into the deep mountains. Every drop carried the pain of heaven's punishment, which was the price he'd paid to keep Aria safe. The pain had burrowed into him like something alive. It gnawed at his mind without rest, every second worse than the last. He nearly went down in the forest more than once. His vision would dim, and he'd feel himself slipping right to the edge of blacking out. But every time, the same thing pulled him back. He'd see Aria's pale little face in that hospital bed. He'd think of the Carvers still waiting for her. Whenever he imagined her waking up and not finding him there, something quiet and stubborn inside him would jolt him back up. He couldn't afford to fall or pass out. If he made it to the sanctuary and stabilized his wounds, he had a chan