บททั้งหมดของ Nine Ungrateful Sisters: บทที่ 291 - บทที่ 300

When Stanley confirmed the token was genuine, Amara exhaled, and the audience seemed to exhale with her."There it is. It's real.""Did anyone honestly think a company the size of the Chamberlain Group would use a fake Dracobsidian Token?""I never doubted it for a second. I've always known how to read these things."None of the business owners in the room had ever seen a genuine token up close. What they knew was the reputation of the Draconox Order.Amara had remained confident from the beginning, and Red Hawk had supported her claim. For people at their level, that was enough. They were small players, and the cost of misjudging a Dracobsidian Token was far beyond anything they could afford.Now that the special envoy had declared it genuine, they were more than willing to agree. They were equally eager to make it clear they had supported the right side all along.They wanted Stanley to know they had never wavered.Even while the token's authenticity was under scrutiny, they

"Yelena, I'm warning you. Watch what you say. My family's Dracobsidian Token was earned through years of my father's honest contributions to the Chamberlain Group's standing. Everything our family owns was obtained legitimately. Keep your slander to yourself."Amara had regained her footing after Stanley helped her up, and she immediately pushed back.Yelena did not relent. "Is that so? The token is issued only to individuals who have made exceptional contributions directly to the Draconox Order."Arthur had a respectable reputation in Silverton. By local standards, he was an important figure. But in the eyes of the order, he barely registered."She turned away from Amara and gave Stanley a small, respectful curtsy. “Mr. Draxler, since the issuance of the tokens falls under your authority, you should have access to the historical records."Amara refuses to back down, so I would respectfully ask that you verify whether Arthur's name appears on the issuance list."The room immediat

Amara clung to those words like a lifeline. "Thank you, Mr. Draxler."The hope that had nearly slipped away returned. Arthur was not that kind of man. She had always believed that.She looked at Stanley, the plea in her eyes unmistakable. 'Help me.'Under ordinary circumstances, she never would have revealed something so vulnerable. But something about Stanley had lowered her guard in ways she still did not fully understand. And she had reached the limit of what she could endure alone.Someone in the room scoffed. "Oh, please.""The Archon oversees the entire northern territories. You think he's going to stop everything just to answer questions about your family?""Exactly. The Dracobsidian Token is reserved for people who've made genuine contributions to Draconox, or for those within the Archon's personal circle.""What was Arthur to anyone in the Draconox Order?""Just go with Mr. Draxler and cooperate with the investigation, Miss Amara. We'll keep a close eye on your company

Martin finished speaking.Every eye in the room turned to Amara with undisguised hostility.Accepting meant handing the Chamberlain family's assets over to people she couldn't control, letting them carve everything apart.Refusing meant standing against the Centurion Trade Consortium and every business figure in Silverton who would gladly join the attack.She didn't have the strength to survive pressure from every direction. Neither did the Chamberlains.And the Dracobsidian Token, the one shield she had trusted, had just been stripped of all meaning.Amara bit down on her lip until she tasted blood.'You can't give in. Your father had built this for the Chamberlains. The nine of you have built your lives around it. You can't hand it over,' one voice screamed inside her.Then another answered, 'What exactly do you think you can do? You cannot fight the Centurion Trade Consortium alone. You cannot fight the Draconox Order's allies alone. You cannot win this.'Amara's chest tigh

Clara had always lived comfortably. As the third Chamberlain sister, she had grown up with privilege as the backdrop of her entire life.After she took up painting, her family name opened doors that talent alone might not have unlocked.She became a well-regarded painter in Silverton. Admirers had never been in short supply, but she had never spared any of them a second glance.Only women who doubted themselves needed a boyfriend. Only women with no direction needed a husband. That belief had never wavered.Women didn't need men. Technology had advanced far enough to handle the rest.And if physical needs had to be satisfied, a woman could treat it the same way men did: rotate freely and find a new face every few days.Men were an optional ingredient in a woman's life, not a necessity. Clara had built her life around that conviction, so the admirers who came and went left her completely unmoved."You think you're good enough for me? For a Chamberlain?"She remained single, perf