"Make way, please make way!" The police struggled to maintain order at the scene. The location's fame naturally drew crowds of onlookers. Since the ones who reported the incident were college students, it made the situation seem even more tragic. "What happened?" "I don't know. I heard someone jump from the building." "Why would anyone do that for no reason?" "There's no official word yet. They just took the body away. They probably couldn't save her anymore." Amid the murmurs, Aria looked toward the scene. Through the crowd, she could see a few young women crying while a female officer named Claire Mitchell consoled them. "Don't worry, we'll investigate thoroughly." One of the young women spoke through tears, "Officer, we had no idea this would happen. She was gone in just a moment. Yes, she drank too much last night, but we were all supposed to be having fun together." The young women appeared visibly shaken. Claire knew nobody could stay calm in such incidents. "Do
"We've notified the deceased's family. They'll arrive soon. As the reporting parties, please wait a bit longer," the female officer said, stepping aside to check on some findings. Aria stayed where she was, her gaze darkened. These college students interested her more than the crime scene investigation. The police would soon determine the cause of death. The initial assessment suggested suicide. The trajectory of the fall and building layout would quickly reveal the floor she jumped from. Sure enough, the club manager stood there with a troubled face. "Honestly, we get thousands of customers daily. It's impossible to track every drunk woman's movements. We can't control who customers choose to leave with, right? "You don't know what it's like these days. When people meet at clubs and hit it off while drinking, they would just leave as a pair. We can't interfere with that, can we? "And nobody knows why she went to that floor. Now social media's saying our club isn't safe. I ho
On the surface, this appeared to be a simple suicide case. Could there actually be more to it? Looking deeper, things did not seem to add up. A college student on the verge of graduation like Luna wouldn't just jump to her death. What happened before her suicide would be the key to this case. "Sorry for the misunderstanding." Aria smoothly shifted her approach, offering an apologetic smile. "I just started this job, and I think it's just tragic. Why would she take her own life?" Seeing her apparent inexperience and noticing Claire's earlier glance, the young women relaxed. "It's probably stress. We don't know much, but Luna often complained about her poor hometown. She didn't want to go back but didn't know how to stay in Ludwiten. Sigh, we don't really understand it all." Aria followed their lead and said, "So you're saying..." "We didn't want to mention this since it's not flattering, but Luna had some extreme ideas about staying in Ludwiten. She was pretty, so she though
The man being scolded by Orion was Craig Jameson, a new member of the Chamber of Commerce. He was known for his venture capital connections and was even awarded for philanthropic work recently. But he now sat pale-faced. "I offered her money! She wouldn't listen, just kept backing away. I'm the innocent one here. Why am I the only unlucky one? Nothing happened to the others." He had not been alone in the VIP room last night. "It's too late for excuses." Orion drew from experience. "The police will trace this to you eventually. We need a strategy. First, fix your attitude." Craig looked confused, and Orion patted his back. "Think about your public image. Young women have been attracted to you before. On camera, she was clearly interested in Sky and mistook you for him. "Even if she didn't, maybe she actually liked you and wanted a one-night stand." "But how do I explain her jumping right after waking up?" Craig quickly grasped the key issue. Orion narrowed his eyes. "Rem
"Understood." Orion's bodyguard immediately headed downstairs. At that moment, Orion didn't know that Aria had not gone to the Grishams at all. She was already inside Nocturne. Sitting in Luna's seat from that night, her gaze traveled upward as her expression shifted. Security cameras were everywhere. They were installed quite openly too. It was as if the club did not care who saw them, almost deliberately so. Aria followed this train of thought further... "Hey, you! This area's sealed off. How did you get in?" It was a club security guard. He did not realize Aria was connected to law enforcement. He assumed she was just a social media influencer sneaking in for attention. Even if she was a reporter, it wouldn't matter. The management had declared only the police had investigative rights, and no one else could try to slander the club. Luna's suicide had caused too much trouble. As staff members, they feared the club's closure. It was already temporarily shut down for a th
Aria recalled the young women's testimony earlier. "We're different from Luna. This was her first time at Nocturne, and I've been here several times. Sky's the club's top escort, so we've seen him before." At first, that statement did not seem strange; it had felt like a perfectly normal response. Aria had not given it much thought. But now... Aria glanced aside. As the guard said, Luna could only get in through regular patrons. So after bringing her in, all the young women went to the washroom at the same time—what were the odds? As Aria chatted more with the guard, she gathered quite a bit of information. When they were leaving, he pitched, "Are you guys interested in working here? The pay is great; you'll earn a thousand dollars a day, plus commission." Aria raised an eyebrow. "Both of us? We're still students though. Is that okay?" Landon, who was long past his student days, gave her a meaningful look. Aria signaled him to play along, so he shook his head with an indulgen
Landon had always been great at analysis, and Aria knew he might be even better than her at it. In all her years of operating under the radar, she had never been caught. Yet while dealing with the Gunther family in Riveria, his tracking had cost her a modified laptop. "I also think someone else was there." Aria's gaze returned, a hint of mischief in her smile. "We'll need to dig deeper into those young women, including their top escort Sky." Nobody wanted a death on their hands. At clubs, sleeping with someone or waking up to demands for compensation was one thing. But death changed everything. As the one who served Luna drinks, Sky had become a key suspect. Unlike the college young women, Sky was brought in for questioning. Through the interrogation room glass, he appeared agitated and nervous. But he insisted he had only shared a few drinks with Luna, nothing more. "In this line of business, you can't ignore customers. You have to greet everyone who comes in. We have sale
Sky's messages were surprisingly normal, which was a stark contrast with his club persona. If he hadn't been working at a club, he might have seemed like husband material.There were a few texts proving that point. "Sorry, I just got off work. I'm ordering takeout. You're probably asleep by now. Rest well, and good night.""Oh, were you at Nocturne? I wasn't in today. I was at the hospital with my grandma. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Let me know next time. I'll arrange my schedule."He maintained this gentle, measured tone with everyone. He even refused private money transfers.His response was always the same. "I actually don't like seeing you at the club, but it's my job. Stop sending me money. Keep it for yourself. Aren't you graduating soon? Take care of yourself, dummy.""Pfft, what a calculated move." Having built the dark web forum herself, Aria had seen plenty of these chat patterns. Juggling multiple conversations, they would pretend to just see messages when they wer
Landon cast a glance at Aria, curious about how much she actually knew about the stock market. She had always been modest about her knowledge, but he suspected there was more to her than she let on. The only one oblivious to Aria's true capabilities was Jett. Yet, he dared not refuse any request she made. Without hesitation, he tapped into his social circles, pulling strings where needed.Less than an hour later, Orion received word. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face. "So, the Grisham family wants to dip their hands into real estate too?"Arlo handed him a report. "Just as you predicted. It's not just real estate—Ms. Carver's making moves in the stock market as well. Fortunately, you already set a trap for Mr. Jett in advance."For the first time in days, Orion’s tension seemed to ease. A dark glint flickered in his eyes. "Fine. Let them struggle their way in. I don't care how they do it, but make sure the Carver family is crushed in the stock market.""Understood." A
Jett asked, "What exactly are you after? There's no need to bring down the Draycott family so quickly. It's not like you can win. Didn't you join the Chamber of Commerce to take things slow? You just arrived in Ludwiten. Why the rush?""Am I in a rush?" Aria asked. She wasn't after the mastermind behind the Draycott family. If she were, she would've tied Orion to the financial building and let people take pictures all day—no need for mind games.The situation was too tangled, too many people involved. The Draycott family had managed to cover up something as blatant as that incident at the bar. Someone had to be cleaning up after them.Finding a few scapegoats would have been easy, but Aria wanted more. She wanted to uncover everyone who had spread rumors about Fiona in the past.And for some reason, despite their focus on the Grisham family, it felt like they were up against the Carvers. Whoever was behind this didn't want the Carvers to regain control of the Chamber of Commerce.
Jett grew more agitated as he spoke, waving his hands as if he wanted to tear Owen apart. Aria promptly stopped him. Otherwise, passersby might think he was an escaped patient from Ludwiten's mental asylum.Owen had done many foolish things, which Aria only discovered after arriving in Ludwiten and conducting her own investigation. Warren carried guilt toward Clyde because of Owen. And while Jett was normally timid, his words weren't wrong.When Owen first came to Ludwiten, he thought he could make it big, recklessly using the Grisham family's funds and resources. But he had been deceived by several people and lost everything.Not only was he foolish, but he was also malicious—leaving behind a disaster for the Grisham family to clean up. "Jett, calm down," Aria said. "I know Owen dragged the Grisham family down. He's already been punished and won't be coming out anytime soon."You and I both despise him, but let's stop dwelling on the past. He's not worth it."Jett had never
With Landon monitoring the stock market, Aria could walk right into Orion's trap. This way, Orion would let his guard down. When people felt confident, they invested more. Aria, well-versed in the stock market, understood this all too well. She had never intended to get rid of Lily. However, things were different this time. There was a limit to how much one could withstand another's viciousness. Aria doubted Lily could predict the market flawlessly—it was impossible, just as it was impossible for her to know everything.The logic was simple. If something fell outside one's area of expertise, even the most attentive observer would only grasp the outcome, not the details. Thinking it over, Aria realized Lily only knew about major events. The smaller ones seemed to escape her notice.If she put herself in Lily's shoes, it was like remembering which lottery would have a winner but not the exact numbers drawn.After all, no one knew when they would be reborn. The only way to acce
Malcolm did not know why Aria was asking, but he remembered the details clearly. "It was after that day." Aria tapped on the desk. "No wonder the Draycotts suddenly changed their market strategy. I get it now." What was she talking about? Before Malcolm could ask, Aria continued, "Some people are trying to cheat the system. Keep an eye on things, but stay safe. If anything happens, come to me first. "Like you said, they've got deep connections. Don't bother with the police—just keep the evidence." "Got it." Before hanging up, Malcolm asked, "Should we still watch the stock market?" Aria smirked. "Yes. They're not the only ones who can play dirty." Lily had probably been reborn too. But whatever Lily knew, Aria knew as well. She had never thought to use that knowledge this way before since it hadn't seemed necessary, but things were not the same now. If her dreams were real, then in her past life, Lily had only made it to Janovin. She had played the star medical student at
After being together all this time, Aria suddenly had a thought. Were she and Landon too distant from each other? No, "distant" was not quite the right word. It was more like they did not know each other well enough. Landon always felt just out of reach, like there was a fog between them. Simply put, he was not being straight with her. The thought left her feeling uneasy. Before she could say anything, her phone rang. It must be news about the Draycotts. It had to be something big for them to call so urgently. Aria glanced at the pair. Landon smiled. "If you have questions, Jett, feel free to talk with my manager, Ms. Virelle." Manager? Seraphina caught on quickly. "Mr. Grisham, shall we step outside?" Jett was still trying to process everything. "Wait." Balancing business and personal matters as usual, Aria held her phone up and said, "I heard Ms. Virelle used to work at the Draycotts' club. Let's have a chat later." Seraphina froze, glancing at Landon. Seeing his bl
Seraphina could not let her mind go there. Maybe she should've stayed in Netherrealm for a few more years. It was not so bad down there anyway. Landon barely spared her a glance, keeping his eyes on Jett with polite interest. "Won't you sit, Jett?"Sit? Jett could barely remember why he had come in the first place. Landon's voice snapped him back. "I... Mr. York, excuse me for asking, but what's your relationship with Ms. Virelle?""She works for me." Landon glanced at Seraphina. "Ms. Virelle? That's a new title."Jett stumbled over his words. "She works for you?""Yes," Landon said casually, like it was the most obvious thing. "Isn't it obvious?"Jett could not imagine the Yorks being in that kind of business. From Jett's expression alone, Landon could guess what kind of mess his people had made in Ludwiten. Since he had been dragged into it now, he figured he owed the Grishams an explanation. "I planted her in the Draycott family. The Yorks need a foothold in Ludwiten."So
Getting out of there wasn't going to be easy. Aria did not waste any time. She moved fast behind the suite divider, her laugh carrying a different note than usual. "What a shame."Landon's hand paused as he fixed her hair, his voice as smooth as ever. "I could have them leave.""Bad timing. My cousin's out there." Aria glanced at him, taking in that perfect collarbone of his. No wonder they used to call him the untouchable one, with all those socialites dying for just a smile.She had never given much thought to that kind of thing before. All those times working with patients, she had kept things strictly professional. But things felt different now, and she couldn't quite put her finger on why. Her gorgeous fiancé had a way of making her lose her head.Landon pulled his hand back while looking down. "We should meet with your cousin. I hear the Grishams like to evaluate their in-laws.""Huh?" That had not crossed her mind. He did not seem like someone who would care about app
Aria felt something wild coming off him. It was not hatred, but something close. She was too caught up to figure out what it was. She had never felt anything like this before; it was like she was floating. Her eyes were open, but she could not focus. Even his breathing felt like an invasion, starting at her ear and spreading through her whole body. When his fingers pressed into her waist, instinct made her try to push him away. That was a bad move—it only made things more intense. He lit her up like a match, heat spreading from her neck downward till she had to tilt her head back just to breathe. It reminded her of that hazy dream, the one in which she had been caught between sleep and waking, her pulse racing and her skin on fire. But it did not feel exactly the same because what she was feeling now was real. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught glimpses of the river through the massive windows. The view was blurry, but it was enough to remind her where she was. Unable t