Landon's slender wrist somehow managed to pull off the scrunchie with an air of elegance. Aria couldn't help but glance at it. Suddenly, she asked, "What do the Carvers think about their missing daughter?"Landon smiled as he ladled her some stew. "Mr. Carver Senior has been searching for her for years. Why do you suddenly ask?""Oh, just curious," Aria mumbled, feigning casual interest. "I thought I should know my patients better. Besides, you are, like, distant relatives, right?"Landon, mid-scoop, paused at her words. "Actually, we're not exactly distant relatives. It's more like our grandfathers knew each other. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been bethrothed to Ms. Carver in the first place."Aria only remembered about the betrothal when he mentioned it. She shot him an odd look.Landon didn't want her to misunderstand. "We already called it off, though. Especially now that they have finally found their daughter, they're willing to cancel it.""Oh." She took another bite of her s
Landon thought Warren was there for Jeffrey, so he rose to greet him. However, Warren rushed past him, his eyes filled with hope that glistened alongside the raindrops clinging to his shoulders and hair. Gone was his usual arrogance. "Rainbow," Warren's voice trembled, "I've finally found you."Landon, setting cutlery for Warren, froze. A look of utter shock, a rare sight on his handsome face, contorted his features. He immediately gazed at Aria, who maintained an indifferent expression.Rainbow? Could Aria be the fiancée he'd never met?A frown creased Landon's brow as he recalled his earlier conversation with Aria. He'd assured her the engagement was off.Landon gripped the spoon tightly, his emotions unreadable.Warren approached Aria. "You've grown up so well," he said, his voice hoarse. "I couldn't sleep after you were kidnapped. Nightmares of you being hungry haunted me. Thankfully, you're still…"Warren couldn't bear to say the word "alive."He had been the most worri
No young woman would want to become their family's breadwinner at such a young age. Life had dealt Aria a cruel hand. She should have been doted on like a princess, not treating patients and being targeted by smugglers, only to be taken back to the mountains. Warren's hand trembled violently, his body swaying precariously. Thankfully, Aria was quick to react, catching him before he could fall. However, her brow furrowed with concern as she checked his pulse. "Did someone change the prescription I gave you?""No!" Warren rasped, a fit of coughing wracking his frail frame.Frank and Keith looked on with worried looks.Aria immediately fed him a piece of medicinal candy. "Did you get caught in the rain on your way here?"Warren, finally regaining his breath, managed a shaky nod. After examining his acupuncture points, Aria noted, "There's an abnormality in your lung sounds." Then she let out a light chuckle devoid of sarcasm. "You need to take it easy, avoid getting soaked. You
Aria's brows furrowed at Landon's words. "I already told you not to believe—"Before she could finish, Landon silenced her again, his hand muffling her speech. He pulled her close, a low chuckle rumbling in her ear. "Let's talk about this privately."Aria's eyes narrowed, and her beauty mark stood out even more. Landon leaned in, his thin lips brushing chastely against her hair. "You can bite me as hard as you want later, back at the clinic. I'll help you deal with your grandmother. She must be worried sick. Even if you did escape the village; she'll still be furious that you took such a risk. I'll help smooth things over."His voice was a low murmur, coaxing and seductive.Aria was instantly mesmerized. After a brief internal debate, she nodded, oblivious to the closeness of their bodies. Meanwhile, Warren glared daggers at Landon, who in turn offered a cheeky grin. "Surely your grandfather wouldn't try to separate us, would he?"Warren bristled at Landon's attempt to paint h
One day, Aria woke up from disorientation and had since developed intermittent explosive disorder (IED). For a long time, she had been lost in a labyrinth of fragmented memories, her past a puzzle she desperately needed to solve. The only anchor in this sea of forgetfulness was the image of an old man. Aria believed the pendant she wore as a child held the key to unraveling the mystery. As Olivia had gone delirious, Aria couldn't get any useful information out of her, and Grant didn't seem to know much about Olivia despite their years of marriage. He had no clue who paid her to mislead the Carvers. A quick investigation into Olivia's finances revealed a spotless bank statement. The perpetrator, meticulous enough to use cash, was likely someone of considerable influence.With these thoughts swirling in her head, Aria drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, the Barter family was having a hard time with Landon around. This was especially the case with Dick, whose mental state had deteri
Mindy had been the beneficiary of the Carver family's generosity since a young age. Consequently, she excelled in art, boasted a prestigious overseas degree, and possessed a keen understanding of finance, economics, and social etiquette. Her beauty was only surpassed by her sharp intellect, a formidable combination.Aria, in stark contrast, was painted as an uncultured local graduate. Clueless, she struggled to navigate the social minefield of high society. Mindy, ever the gracious soul, took Aria under her wing. The former tried to bridge the gap, introducing Aria as the Carvers' long-lost daughter, dispelling any awkwardness.Despite Mindy's efforts, Aria felt like a clumsy duckling amidst a flock of swans. Every gala felt like an ordeal, with Mindy effortlessly conversing while Aria struggled to decipher the rapid-fire exchanges.The stark differences became increasingly apparent, casting doubt on Aria's rightful place as an heiress. Whispers of "country bumpkin" swirled arou
"Didn't the doctor say it would be best if Mom finished three years of her treatment?" Mindy asked.Owen chuckled. "Your mother misses you so much that she can't sleep well. That's why she wants to come back and see you. Plus, your birthday is coming up soon. As your parents, how could we miss out on it?"Owen harbored a sliver of hope that seeing Mindy would improve Fiona's condition. Fate, it seemed, worked in mysterious ways—Mindy shared the same birthday as their lost daughter. Gazing at Mindy's face, a near replica of Fiona's, Owen's voice softened. "Mindy, I heard about what happened in Janovin. I'll find a time to talk to your grandfather. It's not right for him to favor an outsider and make you sad.""Dad, it's not Grandpa's fault. The entire incident happened because of Dorothy. She's been with me for so long, and it probably bothered her to see me bullied. That's why she was rude to Grandpa's doctor. I deserved Grandpa's scolding."Dad, please don't upset Grandpa over s
"When will my grandfather treat me like this?" Malcolm felt jealous looking at the order form.Aria scanned the form and replied flatly, "You're charging him too much.""Boss, think about it. How can we convince the rich that we offer high-quality clothing if we don't charge them like this?" He couldn't understand Aria's sudden shift in perspective. During their initial market analysis, she'd been fiercely business-oriented.Aria tied back her long hair. "The Carvers aren't your typical rich people.""How about we give them a 10% discount?" Malcolm suggested.Aria splashed water on her face, droplets cascading down her flawless skin. "Make it 90% off. Tell them the clothes are on the house if they purchase jewelry from us.""Huh?" Malcolm wondered if Aria had been possessed. However, he didn't dare question her. Even with a 90% discount, they would still make a few million dollars from the Carvers.After finalizing the quotation, Malcolm couldn't help but voice his curiosity. "I
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