Aria glanced up in the direction of the voice.Warren had already risen from the sick bed. Despite his old age, his eyes exuded a sense of composure. It was a temperament honed through years of navigating the business world, a quality not possessed by everyone.Though Marshall was also a businessman, he paled in comparison to Warren. Even in his weakened state, Warren's authority was evident in his tone.Besides Warren, the good-looking patient from yesterday was also there.The man was seated by the bed with his legs crossed. Shorn of his formal suit, he still carried an air of elegance. His slender hands, with their pronounced knuckles, rested on his lap as he prepared a chess move for Warren. Upon noticing Aria, he offered her a warm smile, which she returned politely.Then, she set her black bag down and stood before Warren. She had a humble smile on her face. "It's too much to call me your savior. It's my duty as a doctor to cure patients."Warren's hand, reaching for a ches
Warren was taken aback. "I find it hard to believe you would trust someone so readily."Landon casually adjusted his sleeve. "My life is currently in her hands, just like yours. Naturally, I need to proceed with caution."Warren wasn't entirely convinced that he was telling the truth. After all, Landon was difficult to read. Despite his frail appearance, he harbored many hidden intentions.Warren often pondered whether he should call off Landon's engagement with Rainbow. Yet, Landon was undeniably charming and admired by all the women in their circle.At the thought of that, Warren resolved to uphold the engagement. He couldn't bring himself to agree with Landon's suggestion to end it.Warren sneered. "It's not like you're fully recovered. Why did you ask me to call off the engagement?"Landon furrowed his brows. "This is a different matter."However, Warren refused to be reasonable and threw a tantrum. "I disagree. If you want to call it off, wait for Rainbow's return and tell
Certain acupoints have a detoxification effect." Unlike during emergencies, Aria only administered three needles to Warren. Each of them left him wanting more. The sensation was too profound for him!It was as though a wave of renewed energy had washed over him, infusing him with a sense of vitality and vigor like never before.Warren felt a deep respect for Aria. "You're truly a young genius. By how skilled you are at such a young age, I'm sure traditional medicine will continue to thrive in the future.""It's all thanks to my grandmother's teaching," Aria replied as she pressed against his back.Before Warren could react, a crack could be heard. Warren turned to her. "Is this physiotherapy?"Aria nodded. "Yes. I noticed a slight protrusion in your thoracic area while administering the needles. Try moving now.""It doesn't feel stiff anymore." Warren marveled at how his long-standing ailment had been healed by a young woman.He had visited many traditional medicine practitioner
Aria was unaware that Frank had made her financial situation public knowledge to everyone since that night.Aria furrowed her brows and turned to Landon. "Why should you pay when I haven't even treated you yet?""It's for the herbal candy yesterday," Landon explained, gesturing toward Solo. Solo, long impatient to see Landon receive treatment, stepped forward with a flourish, presenting a black credit card gleaming with gold lettering. "Dr. Genius.""We can discuss payment after I've treated him," Aria said, tucking away her medical kit.Thinking she was about to leave, Solo asked, "What are you doing?"Aria was confused. "I'm packing up. What's the matter?"Solo's face turned beet red. "You haven't treated Mr. York yet."Aria walked to Landon. "Him? Are you in a rush?"Landon's voice was pleasing to the ear. "It's up to you."After a thoughtful hum, Aria decided. "Then follow me."Solo and Bryan exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of Aria's destination. Landon, however, s
The interior of the massage parlor looked more legitimate than its exterior.Initially, Solo had fretted that the place might be too grimy for Landon's treatment. However, the massage parlor was very clean. Its layout was traditionally adorned with various herbs and medicinal ingredients hanging about and a wooden medicine cabinet placed at its center. It evoked the ambiance of old houses in Janovin, reminiscent of ancient clinics.Landon scanned the room and found his attention drawn to a calligraphy painting. He absentmindedly twirled his rosary bracelet.Observing this, Aria approached. "It's fake.""How could it possibly be genuine?" Landon teased, arching an eyebrow. Aria grinned. "There's always a chance."Landon fell silent, his gaze darkening as he fixated on the painting.The artwork depicted towering pine trees casting shadows over lush bamboo. Thor, clad in red robes and black boots, leaned drunkenly against a pine tree.Had Landon not known that "Intoxicated Tho
"Don't pry," Landon reprimanded Solo with a low murmur. Even when delivering a stern admonishment, Landon retained his handsome demeanor.Georgina wheeled herself to them, addressing Landon and the others, "It's the first time Aria has brought friends to the clinic. You guys have fun. There's coffee prepared in the courtyard. Those who have slow digestion should take more of them. I'll go buy some shrimp to cook for all of you."Georgina's keen eye detected an air of privilege around these young men. Perhaps they weren't even friends, but intuition told her not to pry. What mattered most was that Aria had finally brought people home.After all, Aria had never been fond of the clinic. She used to complain that lingering there too long made her smell of traditional medicine, inviting mockery from her peers and making it difficult for her to fit in. Consequently, she would never stay for dinner.Whenever Aria visited her Georgina, she had to do so covertly, lest Karen berate her.Des
Aria's voice cut through the air. "Mr. Lowe."Bryan straightened up immediately. "Yes?""Can you identify medicinal herbs and boil water?" by boiling water?" Aria gestured toward the medicine cabinet with a subtle tilt of her chin.Bryan nodded. "Yes, but I'm not very quick at identifying them."Aria glanced at him sideways. "Prepare orzo, ground nutmeg, and rhizome. Only come find me if someone wants a massage."Bryan, a highly respected lead surgeon, couldn't help but feel like he was being relegated to receptionist duties.Aria grinned. "Do you not want to do it?"He rolled up his sleeves. "It would be an honor."He was there to learn from her, and a little receptionist work wasn't about to deter him. With tasks assigned, Aria led Landon into a room decorated in an intriguing style. A plush massage bed dominated the center, the air imbued with the calming scent of mugwort. A curious contraption, seemingly connected to the stove outside, was nestled beneath the couch.Upon
Landon tilted his head slightly, keeping his eyes closed.Whenever Aria lowered her head, her hair would brush against his arm.One's sensation would be amplified during a massage.Landon's gaze darkened as he watched the way her hair tumbled down as she moved. The massage only lasted about 20 minutes. Throughout the session, Landon found himself tempted to run his fingers through her hair, feeling strangely captivated."Done. You can get dressed now," Aria stated matter-of-factly, ending with a firm press of her thumb near the knee.Landon realized he was perspiring heavily. Unlike the clammy sweat of illness, his body felt warm all over.When he looked at Aria, his eyes were intensely dark, revealing little of his thoughts. "Thank you.""We're pressed for time today, so consider this just a trial of sorts," Aria remarked, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. Her long hair clung to her neck, accentuating her cool yet enchanting appearance, especially against her crimson lip
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
Aria's question made Orion freeze right away. The scholarship program was his secret lifeline. He simply couldn't figure out how she knew so many details about everything! "You've been setting me up in the stock market all this time. How did you also find out about the scholarship program?" Orion felt genuinely scared now—everyone had really underestimated Aria. When had she done all this research? She'd dug deeper than he ever imagined. The scariest part was that neither he nor that person had noticed anything. They all thought she was just helping the Carver family restore their former glory. Keeping the Chamber of Commerce out of the Carver family's hands was that person's strict order. That was why the Draycotts had climbed so quickly within the organization over the years. They all assumed Aria had come to Ludwiten to target the Chamber. But now... Orion looked up again. "The scholarship program is weird business. I only handled recruitment. I don't know where those peop
Orion said, "I don't know much, honestly." He looked at Aria with hesitation, as if he was afraid to name that person. He made a gesture instead. "That person is the lieutenant governor of Ludwiten, who has many achievements to his name. "If you're brave enough to investigate, I can tell you about the deals I handled. But I don't know about the rest." Aria raised an eyebrow. Her expression said everything—she had already kidnapped him, so did he seriously think she would be afraid to investigate this further? Orion took a deep breath. "I just handle the money. That person wants something bigger—he wants to make history, but he's been in poor health lately. He needs me to keep certain people in line, but I can't give you details since I really don't have proof." "Which people does he control? And how does he do it?" Aria asked casually. Orion glanced upward, his eyes slowly losing focus. "I have no idea which people." "Mr. Draycott, I thought you would have learned by now.
"Who the hell are you?" Orion shouted as he couldn't hold back anymore. He gripped the armrests hard, almost jumping out of his chair. But Aria barely glanced his way. "I brought you here, didn't I? Who do you think I am?""Y-You're..." Orion remembered a rumor from a business dinner about a Special Missions Unit that operated outside normal chains of command. They could investigate anyone without going through regular channels.Their authority even topped the Regular Missions Unit. Orion had laughed it off back then. Every group had to answer to someone higher up, so there couldn't be a unit with that kind of freedom. In Ludwiten, everyone answered to that one big shot. But now he realized such a thing actually existed!Orion's face turned ghostly pale. "Are you… a part of the Special Missions Unit?"Only that could explain everything! With all her digging and investigating, that person would have noticed what she had been doing. But Orion did not understand something. "