Magdalene called Orion as usual. A mutually beneficial relationship required constant maintenance, after all. Orion, however, felt nothing but frustration every time his phone rang. He sat unshaven in front of his computer, staring at the stock market website long after trading had closed.Even the bank officers he knew well had only approved a few million in loans, citing difficult times. It was nowhere near what he needed.Investors who had followed Orion's lead now begged for help, but he believed they should take responsibility for their own decisions. He had bigger concerns—Harlan was missing.Irritated, Orion nearly declined the call. But when he saw Magdalene's name on the screen, he hesitated, an idea forming in his mind. He then decided to accept the call.Magdalene wasted no time getting to the point. The moment Orion heard about the Grisham family's stocks, his eyes gleamed with interest.Of course, he wouldn't let the Fitzroy family know about his financial troubl
"Mr. Grisham ordered his legal team to contact them." The person notifying Aria about this was an HR employee from the Grisham Group. Aria had subordinates stationed in HR, but whether she chose to use them was entirely up to her.From the beginning, she had known what Eamon intended. He had been preparing ever since he realized the Fitzroy family had betrayed them—when Robert stopped Fiona from visiting and even attempted to harm Clyde.Eamon had given his wife a chance. Aria understood that he wanted to settle things smoothly; after all, they had been together for years.But the Fitzroy family never acknowledged their mistakes. They neither apologized for Robert's actions nor showed any sign of remorse, behaving as if nothing had happened.On top of that, they had spoiled Jett far too much. When Laura instructed Jett to withdraw his investments, Eamon had likely made up his mind then and there."Mrs. Fitzroy Senior wants my Uncle Eamon's shares." A sinister smile played on A
However, Aria declined the call as she wasn't planning on taking any orders for the time being.Landon glanced at her and asked, "Did you come up with the nickname Richie Carver yourself?""Yes. Don't you think it suits me?" Aria replied proudly.After all, she was indeed rich—nothing about that was a lie.Landon had never quite understood her smugness before, but now, as realization dawned, he arched an eyebrow. "As long as you're happy, Aria."Today had been a great day. Not only had Aria made a fortune, but Eamon had also severed ties with his wife without hesitation, saving her a lot of trouble. She hated owing personal favors the most.Ever since arriving in Ludwiten, Aria had been searching for clues. She strongly suspected that someone had orchestrated the misunderstanding between the Carver and Grisham families. That suspicion had led her to the Fitzroy family.Aria didn't believe the Fitzroys were innocent—especially not with Magdalene involved. The woman was old and ex
"Mrs. Fitzroy Senior, don't get so worked up. Slow down and mind the stairs!" Benson called out, announcing Magdalene's arrival. Clyde cast a glance at Jett upon hearing the commotion. Jett, in turn, furrowed his brows and clenched his fists.Magdalene stopped at the foot of the stairs, her voice sharp with displeasure. "So, you've decided to sever ties with the Fitzroy family? I've arrived, yet not a single person comes to greet me. How wonderful! Is this how you welcome your guests?"Clyde stepped forward, Jett following closely behind. "What kind of welcome were you expecting?"Magdalene's eyes immediately reddened at the sight of Jett. "Jett! Why are you here? Do you have any idea how anxious your mother and I were while searching for you?"Jett remained unmoved. He knew full well whether they had truly been looking for him.Laura hesitated upon seeing Jett at the Grisham residence, standing so close to Clyde. To her, it felt like a betrayal. Did he even realize she was his
Jett continued, "You follow Grandma's every word and let her control your marriage. Why?"Laura was caught off guard. "Jett, did your grandfather say something to you? Don't listen to him. He just doesn't want you getting close to the Fitzroy family!"Jett laughed. "They don't want me getting close to the Fitzroys? That's the best joke I've heard all day, Mom."He gestured to himself. "Look at me. I have no accomplishments, and my grades are awful. Do you really think I could graduate if I weren't from a wealthy family? You, more than anyone, know how unremarkable I am.""I'm so ordinary I don't even seem like a Grisham. I don't have Dad's vision or Uncle Waymond's business acumen. Compared to Aria and my Carver cousins, I'm a complete failure! Who would want to get close to me?" Jett's eyes turned red. The sting of how the Draycott family had nearly used him against the Grishams still hadn't faded.Clyde watched him, his mouth slightly open. He hated hearing Jett tear himself d
"Jett…" Laura's eyes widened, and her body swayed a little. In contrast, Magdalene remained indifferent. Some people grew softer with age, doting on their younger generations. Others cared only for themselves.Since Jett no longer listened to her, Magdalene decided to get straight to the point. "Well done. You've even managed to turn my grandson against me. It seems the Grisham family no longer values our partnership."She shifted her gaze to Clyde. "Let's see how long the Grisham family can survive without us. My daughter will sign the divorce papers, but she must receive half of the marital assets. I trust the Grisham family won't be shameless enough to leave her with nothing."Jett's head snapped up at her words. It was clear Magdalene was after the Grisham Group's shares. After all, Eamon's company was part of the marital property."Grandpa!" Jett instinctively turned to Clyde, who looked grim. Company shares were crucial. If Laura and Eamon divorced, the Fitzroy family cou
Aria was standing downstairs in a suit. She exuded an air that was both masculine and feminine—cool yet mischievous. Her dark eyes held no warmth. When she looked at people, it felt less like she was seeing them as living beings and more like she was peering through them.Magdalene had never seen Aria up close before. Now that she had, an inexplicable dread crept over her. She instinctively took a step back as if Aria carried misfortune itself.Aria approached with polite composure. If not for the dagger in her grip, she might have passed for an ordinary young woman greeting her elders."I remember what you told my mother, Aunt Laura." Her lips curled in a nonchalant smirk before her gaze shifted to Magdalene. "It seems you're unaware of what's been happening in Ludwiten, Mrs. Fitzroy Senior."She gave a small shrug. "It doesn't matter. You'll find out soon enough. Since you're here, it saves me a trip to the Fitzroy residence."From the moment Aria appeared, Magdalene hadn't lo
Laura's marriage to Eamon had never been honorable. Naturally, she pinned her hopes on her son to redeem herself. But right now, all she wanted were the Grisham Group shares.If a mother truly loved her child, she would fight for custody in a divorce. Yet Laura had left without hesitation, her hatred for Aria outweighing any affection for Jett. She had never even considered taking him with her.Jett wasn't a fool. Although he might not have understood everything before, it was crystal clear now. His mother and grandmother were cut from the same cloth.He had always assumed Magdalene manipulated Laura, seeing how hesitant she often seemed. But now, he realized they had always been on the same side. No amount of coercion would have worked if Laura hadn't already shared Magdalene's nature.She listened to Magdalene because, at her core, she was no different.Laura's words to Aria were venomous, a curse filled with malice. Jett glanced at Aria, wanting to apologize, but he knew an apo
"But they can't just treat people like this!" Atticus exclaimed while looking at Lily, who stayed silent. He refused to believe the woman he admired was anything like they said. "Lily, just call Mr. Clinton or Mr. Guetta right now. Let's see if this man still dares to talk to you like that. You're just too nice for your own good." Hearing what he had just said, Lily clenched her fists. Why was this idiot making things worse? She was already trying to stop him, and he still wouldn't shut up. "Atticus, forget it. You guys finally got to visit Ludwiten, so let me show you around the city." Right now, all Lily wanted was to leave. Every second here was another chance for her lies to unravel. If she played her cards right, these clueless classmates of hers would still buy her act. She had been humiliated enough—she couldn't take any more! But Atticus didn't get the hint. He kept shouting, puffing up like an angry rooster. Jonah had no patience left. With a wave, he signaled the
The crowd couldn't help but laugh at Aria's remark, which only made the group feel humiliated. Just as they were about to fire back, a louder commotion erupted nearby. It seemed that someone had been thrown out of the café up ahead. Atticus couldn't be bothered with Aria anymore. Before dragging his friends away, he said, "What a classless bumpkin." They still wanted to wait in line for some croissants. But what the hell had just happened? Then, they spotted a familiar figure being shoved out of the café. They were dumbfounded for a second, and they thought they were seeing things. "Lily!" Atticus, her ever-devoted simp, rushed forward. "What the hell are you doing? You can't just push people around! We're customers!" They were still students, so they had no clue about certain rules in Ludwiten. This century-old café was members-only, and the café had the right to refuse service. Lily's heart sank when she heard his voice. As they reached her, her face went pale. With
Aria had spotted these people long before they noticed her. She didn't have a good impression of them at all. They hadn't bullied her back then. But in her memory, they'd often throw in a mocking comment or two just to score points with Lily. People from small towns like them sometimes had bad habits. For example, they would believe they knew the whole truth despite having limited knowledge. The biggest difference between them and city folks was that they were really out of the loop. It was like telling billionaires that a car costing 300 thousand dollars was expensive—they'd look at you confused. Tell someone worth a fraction of that, and they'd nod in agreement. In the business world, being in the know was everything. Some people made fortunes with the right information. There would also be people who heard the same thing but wouldn't even care about that. These students had actually been told that Aria wasn't the same person anymore, and they shouldn't mess with her like b
Everyone in the café had been enjoying their afternoon tea when they heard the commotion. They turned to look. "Where's the server?" Nisa called out. These rich ladies were all regulars who paid hefty annual membership fees. At their summons, the manager appeared with a smile before any server could respond. "Mrs. Guetta, how may I help you?" "Jonah, perfect timing. I was wondering when this place started letting country bumpkins like her in," Nisa said, her gaze sweeping over Lily. Without hesitation, Jonah Marx kicked Lily out. At that same moment, Aria arrived for their appointment. Traffic had been terrible. She had only agreed to meet Nisa because she needed to uncover something important. In her dreams, there was still one voice that hadn't appeared. The owner of that voice had harmed her mother, Fiona. She would never feel at peace until she dug out the person behind it. Aria was never worried about threats from others. For instance, she knew about Lily's wild accu
Dorian was grinning from ear to ear, showing none of the dignity expected from someone of a prominent family. He had less class than a common street hustler. The members of the Chamber of Commerce had good reason to look down on him. Dorian didn't believe that Neval, who was addicted to gambling, wouldn't return to the country for at least ten years. Once they took down the Grisham family, he'd be calling all the shots in the Chamber of Commerce! Dorian truly took after Magdalene in this aspect. The latter embodied all the worst traits of her generation—a twisted mindset and was always scheming something. Also, she was arrogant and had a superiority complex. Magdalene didn't want Neval to return, which explained why she'd readily given him money. She thought that Waymond would soon be arrested. Then, the Grisham family would go from riding high to crashing and burning, and Aria would pay the price. These were already set in stone! The prominent families' joint effort to targe
In the Fitzroy family, only Neval saw things clearly, despite being a screw-up. Everyone else was blinded by their own arrogance. Laura, of course, never saw it that way. Perhaps too much time had passed, which made her forget how she had married into the Grisham family in the first place. She had also forgotten what it meant to be grateful. Without the Fitzroy family's involvement, Orion's long-standing attempts to sabotage Waymond would have failed. This had been an unspoken secret between the two families for years. Magdalene had always been the head of the Fitzroy family. The best thing about her younger son, Dorian Fitzroy, was that he would always follow her orders. Neval wasn't her biological son, but Dorian was. As a child born in her later years, Dorian was showered with love. Now, he sat at the meeting place where several families had agreed to gather. "How do you plan to deal with Aria?" The Guettas were the ones who had organized this meeting. They used to keep
Magdalene said, "In the past, our family had helped the Grishams to survive. But now..." She took a sip of her tea. "They're digging their own grave, and we can't help them anymore." Just as she finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked in. When Magdalene saw him, her brows immediately furrowed. Her eldest son, Neval Fitzroy, was her least favorite child. He had brought nothing but shame to the Fitzroys. If he hadn't developed a gambling addiction, the Fitzroy family wouldn't have fallen this far. She asked, "What are you doing here?" Neval rubbed his hands together and snickered. "Mom, I'm a little short on cash lately. I mainly came because I missed you, but I'm also here to ask for a little money." Before Magdalene could respond, Laura stood up. "Neval, Mom just gave you 20 million last month. You shouldn't have spent it so quickly." Magdalene had been in a good mood, but now her face darkened. "Did I raise you to leech off me? How could 20 million dollars be gone so
Orion slammed his fist hard on the table. He'd been played by someone who looked like nothing more than a trust fund kid. Yet he had no choice but to let Aria manipulate him. Because no matter what he said, someone would show up to "take care of" him. At this point, he could only make everything look like a simple financial crime in order to protect himself. Aria had calculated this perfectly and planned accordingly. Even now, most people saw Aria as just some young hotshot who made money but didn't understand the bigger picture. They thought because she came from a small town, she was naïve enough to believe taking down the Draycott family would solve everything. In reality, she would be dragging herself down as well. Unless she didn't plan to stay in Ludwiten at all! Most people who thought this way were driven by pride and jealousy. They wouldn't admit they wished they were in Aria's shoes. The Carvers had raked in so much money from the stock market this time around. The
"Yes, I'm sure," Gabe said, having checked everything carefully. The old man thought for a moment. "Find a way and get someone else to tell Orion what he should and shouldn't say. If he's smart enough, he should understand." "Alright." Gabe pushed up his glasses. "Don't worry; everything will be handled." The old man's eyes were deep and calculating. "To achieve great things, some people must be sacrificed. If necessary, offer the Draycott family some benefits. Go take care of the Bellebrook situation." Gabe chuckled. "They're just some greedy, low-class people. They only succeeded because of you, yet they always think they made it on their own." "Gabe, mind your words." The old man had a kind face. Looking at him, one would think he cared for all people. Judging from his simple lifestyle, he did not seem like someone who would do bad things at all. Even the cup he used was bought from the supermarket for just over ten dollars. "Go now. As I've always said, anyone can l