"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
Aria continued, "Sky might really have a sick grandmother, but the way he put it is suspicious. When a man deliberately tries to make you feel sorry for him, that's a red flag. He's just trying to deceive you! "If it's not for love, it's for money. Sky's clearly after the latter. Stringing these clients along keeps them coming back to buy drinks. "Some ladies even got into fights over him at the club. I would say he's quite skilled at using such manipulation tactics." Manipulation? Claire's expression shifted, suddenly turning serious. Aria's smile widened. "To have a top escort with such sophisticated techniques, we definitely have to take a closer look at this place." She watched the nervous Sky inside, her tone light. "He's clever, and he's not just a pretty face." At her words, Landon raised an eyebrow. His fingers paused mid-air as he followed her gaze. He spoke in a low voice, "Since when did his type catch your interest?" He thought, "At least you used to have standa
Someone disagreed, "It's normal for club staff to wear earpieces." Aria gave a soft laugh. "I'm not saying it isn't normal. But this might be our breakthrough." "What do you mean?" Aria gestured at the footage. "This club has countless cameras recording everyone's movements. That's what's visible on the surface. So naturally, we checked the surveillance first—nothing wrong with that. "The issue is how quickly the club provided the footage. It's almost as if they had everything prepared in advance." Aria pointed to the enhanced image. "This isn't a standard earpiece; it's highly interference-resistant. Their tech system would have backup archives. "Since they keep such detailed surveillance records, they must have recordings of everything Sky said that night. We need to get those records." Some were puzzled. How did a temporarily assigned expert like Aria know so much about communication equipment? Of course she did—it was Aria's expertise after all. She had helped build
"Good question." Aria looked up. "If there is a secret passage, we need to consider what the club gains from it. For that answer, those female students who reported the incident might have our clues." "Them?" Someone asked. They were confused and struggling to follow her logic. What connection could there be between secret passages and those college students? Aria did not rush to explain, as her theory still needed evidence. "How's the investigation into those young women's relationships and financial situations going?" Aria turned to the crucial point. Claire responded diligently, "We have results. They're all in significant debt." After reporting this, Claire wondered aloud, "How did you know to check their finances?" Did the Special Missions Unit have some kind of foresight? "Remember how I saw one of their phones?" Aria smiled lightly. Claire frowned. "But that wouldn't show their finances." "Cosmetic procedures aren't cheap, and they've all had work done. Yes, it
Aria glanced back. "There's no need to trouble the tech team then. Let them handle the backups. I'll take care of the chat records." Everyone present was speechless. Were new expert investigators all this versatile now? Claire stood silently nearby, picking up the files Aria had left on the table. She noticed some notes written on the paper just from those brief minutes earlier. When Claire saw what was written, her eyes widened. She knew Special Missions Unit members were extraordinary, but seeing it firsthand was different. Aria had seemed to browse this huge pile of files so casually, yet she had memorized everything and found clear leads. She had heard of geniuses who could find patterns between individuals in an extremely short time. The Special Missions Unit clearly was not for ordinary people. Claire's eyes returned to the files, where "accomplice" stood out starkly, with "business?" noted beside it. "Claire, are we really letting her recover chat records? I've never
The aged voice was filled with indifference. "It seems like she reached a dead end."Amos sneered. "I don't understand why these peasants like staying in the city. Still, it's fortunate for us. Otherwise, it'd be hard to get our hands on them.""Amos," the person cut in sharply, as if reminding him of his place.Amos only dared to speak so harshly when no one was around. If word got out, his image as the perfect secretary would be ruined.He quickly calmed down and fell silent. The caller didn't press the matter, simply saying, "You need to change the way you speak and act from now on."Since she's already agreed, give her the money. Don't treat her requests as a nuisance. The more requests they make, the less likely they are to cause trouble later."After picking her up tomorrow, send a few men to check if her grandparents need any help. Make sure everything is done properly."Amos nodded. "I understand. You always see the bigger picture. We'll continue looking after them."Poo
"I promise it won't happen again!" To an outsider, it might've sounded like Amos was talking about the cafeteria mishap. But the truth was much darker. What Amos really meant was that incidents like this could continue, just never publicly. Once the media's attention died down, they could go back to doing whatever they pleased. But for now, the performance had to be flawless.The man on the other end of the call seemed satisfied. Though his voice was flat and monotonous, there was a noticeable shift; it was now less stern."She's been manipulating the stock market," he said. "It's caused major damage to several of Luwditen's corporations. We can't let her walk free."Amos removed his glasses, a grim look on his face. "That's exactly what I told the Securities Regulatory Department. It doesn't matter who comes to plead on her behalf. Even if she's the late Mr. Barron's heir, she has to face the law."She's confessed. No one's going to let her off the hook now. You know what jail'
At first, Eden didn't understand what Aria meant. But as night fell, Aria lowered her head and started fumbling with something. When she looked up again, Eden was stunned—Aria looked exactly like her.Eden's eyes widened in disbelief. She'd only seen something like this in movies. But now, it was unfolding right in front of her. So there really was such a flawless disguise technique in the world."Aria, you…""Since I'm using your identity, I have to be you," Aria said with a soft tug of her mask, smiling. She had always been bold, yet precise. Working in the Special Missions Unit meant secrecy was second nature to her—this part was routine."Stay home and rest tonight. I'll leave first thing in the morning. Once I'm gone and the coast is clear, take your grandparents and leave."Eden opened her mouth, unsure of how to respond. She didn't even know when the people watching them would leave."My team will come get you," Aria reassured her. "What's important is that your grandparent
Eden nodded. "Okay. I'll do as you say, Aria."She sent the text just like Aria instructed. Moments later, her teacher replied—everything had been arranged. A car would pick her up from home. There was no need to return to school.A cold shiver ran down Eden's spine. They knew where she lived. They'd been watching all along. Not just the school—they were everywhere.Eden didn't linger at school. Outside the entrance, the main topic of conversation was the officials' arrival for an investigation and the school's public exposure.Everyone knew the cafeteria was a mess. Students had complained countless times, but each time inspectors came, the food improved just long enough to pass the checks. Then it would all revert. It had become the norm—something they were forced to accept.Eden was no different. She just wanted to get home. She needed to see her grandparents. She feared something might happen to them next.Every step on the way home, she stayed alert, scanning her surroundings
Eden listened closely, her brow furrowing. Her teacher wasn't speaking Farshyan. School was no longer a safe place, and Eden didn't know who she could trust. Her classmates were too caught up in mocking Aria to notice anything was wrong, all assuming Eden was lucky to have been chosen.She considered calling the police, picking up her phone, but then paused. What could she even say? That there was a mole at school? Her face turned pale as she remembered how close the principal was to influential people. The authorities might not believe her, or worse, they might be involved.Despite the headlines claiming Aria had been arrested, Eden felt a spark of hope. Aria had promised she'd show up if Eden ever needed her. Taking a deep breath, Eden dialed the number Aria had given her.She didn't expect anyone to answer. But then came a cool, familiar voice. "Eden? What's wrong? Did someone give you trouble again?"Eden's heart soared. "You're not arrested! The news is fake, isn't it? I knew
Lucas gave Amos a sidelong glance. "In that case, let's do as Mr. Lune suggested—punish everyone involved."Announce to the public that Oakvale Academy will be used as a test case. We'll be conducting surprise inspections in all middle and high schools."As for why Mr. Kelsey encountered two completely different scenes during his visits—well, that's easy to explain." Lucas' gaze swept across the room. "Someone tipped off the school before your visit. If any other school received advance notice, every one of you will be under scrutiny."Though Lucas spoke with a smile, none of the seven present—including the three officials—could return it. The smile, in this context, was more chilling than rage. This was a warning. Amos, in particular, felt deeply unsettled. He had come intending to redirect Lucas' attention away from Oakvale Academy. Instead, the incident had blown up. With public attention turning toward the school, transferring Eden would soon become impossible.Still, Amo
Now that Miguel, who was an expert in covering up, was gone, the long-standing issues in the school were exposed.The group stood frozen as they watched a cafeteria worker pour something into a large pot. A closer look revealed it was leftover mushroom soup. But that wasn't the worst of it. The soup reeked, clearly spoiled, yet it was still being reheated for the students.Things only got worse when they entered the kitchen. Hygiene standards were appalling. Not a single chef wore a mask, and some were even smoking while cooking.Amos' expression darkened immediately, even before Lucas could react.One of the chefs noticed them and slammed his ladle onto the counter. "What are you doing in here? Outsiders aren't allowed in the school—don't you know that?"Unlike other schools, Oakvale Academy had somehow always slipped through the cracks during routine inspections. When required to present something, they staged it well enough to fool a camera.So, the staff never expected a surp
Aria understood that this was all the person could offer. The real mastermind would never reveal himself so easily—not even to his most trusted subordinates.Those in power never needed to explain themselves. Those who understood them would earn their favor; those who didn't were destined to remain at the bottom.Her thoughts raced. She needed hard evidence to capture whoever was behind Amos. Baseless accusations would only alert the enemy and push them deeper into hiding.Allowing herself to be arrested had been part of Aria's plan. She needed the mastermind to lower his guard. After all, she had been too visible in Ludwiten lately. With eyes constantly watching her, she couldn't make any real moves. But she couldn't let the incident at Oakvale Academy go unresolved. Her instincts told her it was the key to everything.Before Philip found his family, she had to act—and that meant changing her identity to save Even.Just then, the person's phone buzzed. He turned the screen towa
"Boss!" Weston rushed over the moment he finished dealing with the other officers. Aria arched an eyebrow, flexing her wrists. "He's the mole?""Yes." Weston nodded. The Securities Regulatory Bureau, dispatched by the Securities Regulatory Commission, was tasked with auditing listed companies—particularly sniffing out insider trading and market manipulation.While not everyone in the bureau could be corrupt, it was common for a few to be compromised.The officer who had been interrogating Aria was of a minor rank, but the one Weston had just exposed held real power.Aria looked over at the trembling man. His legs had given out, sending him to the floor. His phone lay discarded beside him as he shook uncontrollably.They had met before—at a Chamber of Commerce meeting. To him, Aria had just been a clever heiress with some market luck, thanks to Landon's influence. No one would have expected her to single-handedly bring down the Draycott family.No one would logically believe