"Would all guests please return to their seats? We'll now begin the bidding." The performer on stage raised his hand. "We've placed silver dollars in the container on each table. The auction items will follow the same principle—the highest bid wins." As everyone looked down, they found out that the silver dollars were genuine. "Just this one must be worth quite a bit." "What? Do you actually dare try selling anything from the Royal Hotel?" The silver dollars were all from 1914, which meant that the treasures here must be abundant. While playing with the silver dollar, Aria suddenly became curious about the Royal Hotel's current owner. Once this was over, she planned to investigate who was running such a unique establishment and when it was built. As she pondered this, Caspian felt an inexplicable chill down his spine across the wall. "First item, starting bid one silver dollar. Interested guests may raise their paddles now." The first item was a phone holder. Aria kne
"Tell Ms. Kent to keep raising. Since Aria actually dares to wage a price war with the Draycott family, let's teach her a lesson." According to tradition, each party started at auction with only two silver dollars. More partners meant more silver dollars accumulated. In addition to the Grisham and Carver families, only six groups stood with Aria. Meanwhile, at least 16 people backed Lily. Aria was severely outnumbered in silver dollars. This was Lily's most satisfying moment all year. She glanced at Aria across the room and raised her paddle. "16 silver dollars." She believed this number would hurt Aria the most. If Aria bid, she would have only two silver dollars left, while Lily would still have 18. With five projects remaining, Aria would be finished. If Aria did not bid, each failed bid would waste two silver dollars. Lily would always have the upper hand. It was a perfect opening move. She could not wait to see how badly Aria would lose. "16 silver dollars once, 16 s
Silence fell over the room instantly. Orion suddenly realized something as he glanced at the silver dollars in Lily's hand. Lily had never actually done business before. She relied only on her knowledge of trending news since her rebirth to show off. How could she spot the problem? She was still gloating. "Eight silver dollars for the third item? I'll take it then." She accepted the face mask from the hostess. Meanwhile, Aria casually draped her suit jacket to the side, looking cool and unbothered. "Whatever makes you happy." The seasoned players in the room had now finally caught on. Aria might not have wanted the third item at all—she was just draining their silver dollars! "This is bad!" came the first reaction from the Draycott faction. "We're down to eight silver dollars, but they still have 12! She did it on purpose!" Lily stood there holding the face mask, clearly confused. But Orion had no time for her now. He wondered if Aria was actually trying to deplete their si
Orion's face darkened. How humiliating to fall into such a trap, especially in front of Alaric of the Sloane family! He knew Alaric must have seen through everything. Why else would he have raised an eyebrow at the bid as he sipped his tea? Orion clenched his fists. This marked his first major blunder in front of potential investors. Between Aria's maneuvers and Clyde's schemes, they had made him look like a complete fool. Just as Orion drew a deep breath to compose himself, someone shouted from across the room, "A phone. The fourth item is actually a phone!" A phone? Orion's eyes darted toward the stage. Until now, all items had remained sealed in boxes, so their contents were a mystery. Upon seeing the revealed item, his face was filled with dismay. While the Chamber of Commerce maintained certain annual traditions, the finer details often changed. This year, Orion had entrusted everything to the Royal Hotel. His logic seemed simple enough; they would win regardless. Th
"Don't be rash—" Before Orion could finish, Lily had already called out her bid. He could not stop her in time. Only now had he noticed the fine print beneath each auction item, and his blood ran cold. His earlier anger had turned to creeping dread. Orion could only pray that Aria had not noticed the rule details and that his fears were unfounded. Yet at that moment, Aria spoke with perfect composure, "Seven silver dollars." "Seven? Can bids be in odd numbers?" "Weren't all bids supposed to be even?" While some remained confused, others' expressions had already shifted. The auctioneer continued steadily, "Seven silver dollars, going once, seven silver dollars, going twice..." "What should we do? Should we bid?" "How can we? We only have eight silver dollars total!" "Then let it go. Wait for the next item." "But it's a phone. What good is a phone mount without a phone?" "Maybe the next item will be better." Amid the murmurs, the auctioneer tapped his gavel. "Quiet,
Lily remained unaware of that detail until the Royal Hotel staff came to collect the silver dollars."Four silver dollars? I thought each round only cost two." Her voice turned sharp with disbelief. With eight coins in total, losing four would leave her with just four. Meanwhile, Aria still had five after winning the phone. Aria now had more coins than her! This revelation left Lily reeling. Not only her but half the powerful families behind her rose to their feet. This was exactly what Orion had feared. No one dared to make trouble at the Royal Hotel unless they wanted misfortune. Before he could intervene, Lily snapped at the server. "Are you joking? The rules keep changing. Did you even notify anyone about this?""Mind your tone, Ms. Kent." The server spoke flatly, "We designed this following Mr. Draycott's request for fairness in Chamber membership. Our auction isn't simply about winning items. As businessmen, you should be wary of market traps."Never having studied bus
The man crossed his legs and flicked imaginary ash from his fingers. He glanced toward Caspian, the figurehead owner, and wide-eyed Andrew beside him. His tone remained neutral. "Why are you standing there? Go collect the payment.""Yes... right away!" Andrew hurried off, still stunned by the revelation of the real hotel boss behind the scenes.In the hall, Aria raised an eyebrow slightly. Was it her imagination? The man's way of handling things felt strangely familiar. His tactics were impossible to defend against. It was making Orion eat humble pie while forcing the Draycotts to pay compensation. She admired that style of doing things. Making no effort to hide her desire to meet him, Aria made a heart gesture toward the security camera, suggesting future collaboration.Seeing this, the man's usually detached gaze darkened. He didn't believe she had guessed his identity, so why the heart gesture? "Have you met her before?" He turned to Caspian, his presence overwhelming
Those standing with Aria exchanged glances. Some barely contained their joy, while others wore bewildered expressions. Clyde burst into hearty laughter, looking at his precious granddaughter with pride. "Brilliant! As expected of my granddaughter. You remind me of myself in my younger days. "I was too traditional, and you don't need your uncle's guidance. That amateur couldn't teach you much anyway." Waymond's expression turned complex. Clyde showed such double standards. Before Aria arrived, he'd praised Waymond as a promising merchant. Now, with Aria here, Waymond had been demoted to an amateur. Still, Aria had played the game well. Setting aside the items' nature, she had managed to trap the opposition through numbers alone. He could not help but grin; his niece was indeed brilliant. Aria remained gracious, addressing her grandfather earnestly. "Grandpa, I still need to learn from Uncle Waymond. When it comes to practical matters, his oversight gives me confidence." Waym
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