All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jason scanned the crowd and could not find its edge. The handful of men still near him edged closer, as if staying close might give them courage.He stood on open ground in front of the shopping center. Each step back left him less space and made the encroaching walls feel tighter.George's voice carried over at exactly the wrong moment. "Hey, Frank, what are those people doing over there?"Frank frowned, clearly puzzled. "No idea. You saw it yourself. They hit us first. Good thing I had everyone come early. Otherwise, we would have taken a real beating today."George had no interest in watching a brawl. "All right. We're heading back. Keep it clean. Nobody dies."He took Helena by the arm and led her away.Jason felt his head pound, as if it might split open.'What is wrong with this man? Does Frank really have nothing better to do than bring his entire gang out to look after two old people?'Before he could finish the thought, Frank pushed through the wall of bodies with a fe

"Mr. Stone. It has to be him." Amara's hand closed into a fist. "Nancy, any update on who this Mr. Stone actually is?"Nancy shook her head quickly, then hesitated. "There is one thing. Mr. Stone appears on the guest list for the Draconia dinner."She held out the list. The name sat there in black and white: Mr. Stone.Amara's brow tightened. "Is that actually his name?"She had assumed it was a title or a code name. Yet it appeared on an official guest list, the same two words. Either it was genuinely his name, or he was powerful enough that even Draconia referred to him only as Mr. Stone.'Who are you?' she wondered.Amara set the list down. "I was going to bring you with me tonight, but you can't go anywhere looking like that."Jason cried harder. Tears ran down his face, but he did not feel them. His face had swollen beyond recognition."There will be other chances. The Northspire Gang will answer for this." Amara patted his back. "I'll have your aunt come look after you. I

Amara frowned and looked toward the street. "What is he doing here?"A man rode a bicycle with a girl perched on the back. He kept tipping the frame from side to side. She rolled her eyes and tightened her arms around his waist.Amara pressed her lips together. 'The oldest trick in the book.'Under normal circumstances, she would not have given it a second glance. However, the man on the bicycle was Oscar.The bike wobbled, yet it moved with clear purpose, heading straight for the Vermillion Hotel's entrance.As they drew closer, the girl's laughter carried over. "Bro, stop it. We're actually going to fall. If you do that one more time, I'm jumping off. Please just ride properly. Please."They paid no attention to the people around them. In that small, moving world between them, no one else seemed to exist.Amara watched, and something tightened in her chest.Oscar was smiling. Not the way he had ever smiled in the Chamberlain house. Something had changed.Had the Millers done

"I collected business cards from everyone I could find. Mr. Stone does not appear to be here," Nancy said.Amara let out a cold laugh. "So he is afraid after all. Is he unwilling to face the Chamberlains directly?"She held the Dracobsidian Token in her hand. Her confidence was absolute. No other possibility crossed her mind."What do we do?" Nancy asked."Leave it. Go find out what is going on. A company like Draconia does not host a dinner this late without a reason.""Got it."Nancy stepped back, but the room fell silent all at once. Every head turned in the same direction."They're here!""The Draconia Group's CEO.""Wait. There are only two of them? And the one in front, is that a woman? She looks young. And she's wearing a veil?"Amara followed their gaze. After one look, her brow tightened. "What is he doing up there?"Oscar walked through the private entrance reserved for Draconia's CEO, leading a woman by the hand.He wore a fitted suit, sharp and composed. The wom

Amara stared for a moment before she could bring herself to speak. "You're the new sister this piece of trash picked up? The girl from Percham, the poor district?"Rebecca stepped up beside Oscar. "That's right."Amara felt as if the ground had shifted beneath her. A girl who had grown up surrounded by garbage, who had spent her days wondering where her next meal would come from, had somehow become the CEO of a Fortune 500 company.The sting on her face had faded, but the confusion in her mind only deepened. "You're joking. How are you Draconia's CEO? Why would Draconia hire a student who hasn't even finished her third year of high school?""Miss Amara, are you questioning Draconia's professional judgment?" Yelena asked, her smile tight. "Draconia is a Fortune 500 company. The Chamberlains have never made it beyond the borders of a single city. So please don't use that limited frame of reference to second-guess how we run our business."The shame hit harder than the slap. Amara ha