As soon as Percy spoke, everyone in the banquet thought there was something wrong with Kylie.Aria couldn't help but raise her head and look at Percy. His words had been sharp, leaving no room for the Wagner family to retreat without humiliation. They would openly admit their lack of decorum if they refused to apologize. The tension only deepened.Sure enough, Agnes became anxious. "Percy, it's just a misunderstanding."She turned to Kylie with a steely tone. "If you don't apologize today, don't bother coming back home!"Kylie, now realizing the gravity of the situation, felt a wave of fear. Agnes wasn't bluffing."I-I'm sorry." Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes. Though she harbored resentment toward Aria, she had no choice but to bury it. With trembling hands, she bowed slightly, head lowered in submission. "I shouldn't have assumed things without knowing the full story. Please forgive my ignorance and foolishness."Aria, unmoved, glanced at Kylie and spoke coldly. "From what I've
Unexpectedly, as soon as the young Aria opened her eyes, she spat at Agnes, leaving her utterly disgusted. The grown-up Aria was even more insufferable than before. The Carver family should never have brought her back.Though her thoughts were venomous, Agnes maintained a look of regret.She knew she had to say something today. Otherwise, the Wagner family's reputation would be damaged. So, she turned to Owen with calculated concern. "Owen, please speak on behalf of the Wagner family. We truly mean no harm. Mr. Wagner Senior has always reminded us of the Carver family's kindness.""I know that," Owen responded, trying to be benevolent. "Do we even need to clarify how close our families are? Aria just returned, so she's just overthinking things. But Kylie should still learn to control herself." Although Owen appeared to scold Kylie, he subtly downplayed the situation."Kylie, you speak without thinking about the consequences. You're lucky I'm here to smooth things over. I'm sure Ari
Everyone froze at the sound of the familiar voice. No one had expected Fiona to make an appearance at such a grand event. Memories of the last banquet were still fresh in their minds.Most of the women, especially Agnes, assumed Owen had already admitted Fiona to a hospital. They had wholly dismissed her, not even considering the possibility of her presence.But now, she stood there, wearing a burgundy fishtail evening gown that drew every eye in the hall.Fiona had fair skin and a pair of deep, clear eyes. There were practically no traces of age on her face. She was still as elegant and indifferent as ever. People used to call her Ludwiten's Red Rose, as she was delicate yet fiery.By comparison, Aria seemed worlds apart. At first glance, no one would suspect they were mother and daughter.As Fiona approached, however, the striking resemblance in their gestures and expressions was obvious. It was then that everyone realized they were truly mother-daughter.Before Fiona arrived,
"The Carver family has always been shrouded in mystery. Something feels off, especially since Mr. Carver failed to mention that Mrs. Carver has recovered."It was a strange phenomenon indeed. Owen had always portrayed himself as a doting and loving husband to Fiona. Yet, he appeared clueless about his wife's recovery.Everyone present at the banquet was sharp-minded. Plus, all the ladies shared a common hatred—absent husbands who appeared loving in public."Why do I sense something fishy about Owen's obsession with adopting Mindy?"Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Owen moved to intervene, eager to control the narrative as he had before. But his sons didn't give him the chance."I'm your father!" Owen roared, losing his usual composure.Percy chuckled. "You don't have to be. If Mom is unhappy, I can be her lawyer."With that statement, they revealed their hand. The three brothers had held back, fearful of upsetting Fiona. But now, with her on their side, restraint was no long
"Our sister is, and will always be, Rainbow. I've told you that more than once. We held back before because you were a girl, and we didn't want to publicly humiliate you. We worried about your pride."But you've gone too far, slandering my sister just to boost your ego and meddle in things that don't concern you. Dad may be lenient, but we are not him."If I can't protect my sister, then I don't deserve to be part of the Carver family!" Leon declared.The entire banquet erupted in chaos.The three Carver brothers had always fiercely protected their younger sister.Fiona quickly took Aria's hand. She remained as poised and formidable as ever, silently sending a message—anyone who dared to bully Aria would have to face the Grisham family first.After all, Fiona wasn't just Mrs. Carver; she was also the beloved daughter of the Grishams.With that unspoken warning, the room fell into a hush. Meanwhile, Verona's convictions were shattered. For years, she believed she was helping Fion
Unexpectedly, Fiona held her hand affectionately. "You're right, Mrs. Furler. As mothers, we shouldn't condone our children harming others. However, when others try to harm our children, we won't stand by. They better not test us!"Elizabeth was a bit nervous being held by such a beautiful lady. "Oh, yes. You're right."Fiona's eyes rested on Owen for the first time with sharp clarity. "Everyone believed my condition was stable because of the child my husband brought home."She continued, addressing the room, "Like everyone else, I trusted him. All of you have witnessed the love I've shared with my husband, especially Mrs. Wagner."Fiona wasn't one to let things slide when they concerned her daughter. She would have overlooked it if someone had been against her. But they hadn't hesitated to target her daughter, using her illness as an excuse. They were no different from the faceless critics online who had gone after Leon.Her illness had given them the chance to attack her child.
Divorce?The room fell silent, even Owen frozen in shock."Divorce?" Owen stared at Fiona, disbelief etched on his face. "You want to divorce me?"Owen knew the Grisham family well. They were known for their adherence to traditional values, so hearing Fiona suggest divorce so casually was shocking. Why hadn't she discussed this with him privately? Why humiliate him in front of everyone?It was as if Owen no longer recognized Fiona, his gaze filled with evident fury."You're having an episode again!" Owen reached for Fiona. "Come with me to the hospital!"An episode? How could Fiona's mention of divorce considered an episode?As most looked on in confusion, Aria tightly gripped Owen's wrist. "Mom kept the documents private to avoid affecting the Carver Group's stock. Be sensible and leave now."Owen gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at Aria. The fortune-teller was right. Aria was indeed a threat to the Carver family! He needed to find a way to handle this situation. Though he
Fiona was very respectful to Ian. "You're right."Standing nearby and leaning on his cane, Warren gazed intently at Fiona. With a meaningful tone, he asked, "Fiona, I couldn't quite catch what you said from upstairs. Are you really considering divorcing my son?"Ian frowned. "This is a matter for the younger generation. You shouldn't interfere.""Ian, I'm not interfering. I'm just asking," Warren replied with a smile. "It has already come to this point, after all."Fiona felt a deep sense of guilt toward Warren. Since she had married into the Carver family, her in-laws had treated her as their own daughter, understanding that she was far from her own family and offering her unwavering support.This had been the case for many years. Even when Aria was kidnapped, Warren's worry for her had taken a toll on his health.Fiona knew that bringing up divorce on such a joyous occasion could humiliate Warren. Yet, she decided to take a chance. "Yes, Dad. I want to divorce Owen."Gasps rip
Miguel had worked so hard to climb out of being just another underpaid teacher. Most people would have been thrilled to land a principal job, but Miguel got greedy. He never cared about shaping young minds. As he often said, "It's just a paycheck. Only losers pass up money to preach about education." That mentality might fly in small towns, but in the big city, these kids wouldn't stand a chance based on merit alone. Miguel wasn't exactly looking down on his students—he just knew the situation in each class best. Students with or without local residency permits would face different college admissions standards. Rich families already had their children's overseas education lined up, so there was no sweat required. Even if they had bad grades, it wouldn't be a problem. They could still go abroad and buy themselves a fancy degree. Money talked, and that was the harsh reality. Miguel needed that Department of Education position to set his son up right. It was pretty ironic for a
Aria would definitely have the principal of Oakvale Academy detained eventually, but not now. The moment Miguel was in custody, the people pulling his strings would smell trouble. Based on past cases, they'd likely cut all connections immediately. All their carefully gathered leads could vanish in seconds. So Miguel needed to stay free for now and even remain in plain sight. Aria said, "Don't tell your principal about what happened today." She looked at Eden. "When you go back, just attend classes like how you normally do. If Mr. Sonder asks about you, tell him you're still thinking it over. "Show how nervous you are about this, but also hint that you're eager to go abroad. You're just not quite ready yet. "Don't tell anyone about our conversation. I've added you as a contact. If anything seems off, text me immediately. "Someone will be protecting you 24/7, and your family too. So don't be afraid." As she spoke, Aria stood up. "Let's go. I'll take you back to school. They
"I don't know what Judy meant by that," Eden said as she looked up. "She never talked like that before." "Got it," Aria said, zooming in on the photo. By looking at the brand of the chocolate drink and the surrounding buildings, she could nail down the exact location. Without hesitation, she sent it to Sam for analysis. Something about this "interview" smelled fishy. She had to see firsthand what kind of meeting would change a simple and positive girl like Judy. "About those selected applicants—do you know exactly who they were?" Aria dug deeper with her questions. Once she had names, she could connect the dots between the students. These patterns would reveal what the buyers were looking for. Human trafficking was a high-stakes criminal business, and Aria did not believe this was just about exploiting young girls. The bar incident had been her wake-up call. She needed the full picture before making her move. She would just spook them if she jumped in too soon. Their oper
Aria needed to identify all the "buyers". Missing even one buyer could mean one more student was sold. "Do the selected applicants have anything in common besides their family situations?" Aria asked, and Eden shook her head. But she then added, "Everyone had good grades, so nobody ever questioned why they were chosen for scholarships. Nothing seemed fishy about it." Aria made a mental note about the good grades, then scrolled through Judy's Facebook feed. This kind of investigation was pretty straightforward for her. Even without being accepted as a friend, she could hack in easily. From her posting habits, Judy seemed like an optimist. She was a nice girl who rarely posted anything negative. But one post made Aria scroll back and look twice. The post was cheerful, with a sunny photo and a cup of chocolate. But the text caught her attention. It read, "About to start my new life! All my hard work has paid off. The interview was kind of weird, but no big deal. Let's go!" Ar
The person on the other end of the call didn't speak. He just nodded with a pouty little face from behind a computer screen. It was actually Sam. He'd been working behind the scenes all along, especially when investigating the Wagner situation. Having him tail Philip was the least suspicious option. Simon was available too, but his presence would definitely attract unwanted attention as a beast of fortune. Since they were dealing with an arcane seeker, bringing Simon would be like handing them a treasure. So Aria made the call to have Sam follow Philip, while Simon stayed with Landon. Aria was not worried about her handsome fiancé being in danger. It was only because Simon would be safest with him. The Yorks carried heavenly fortune. As long as there was no fated ordeal in play, anyone who tried to harm Landon would likely meet a bad end. After all, that purple energy surrounding him wasn't just for show. With Simon staying near him, Simon could mask Landon's aura while also
"Yeah, that's right," the rest of the burly men chimed in. The whole scene was painfully forced and fake. In reality, they just wanted to leave. But Aria wasn't about to let them off so easily. She figured she would return the favor since they'd been asking about her. She asked, "Oh, so the Draycotts owe your company money? Which company is that?" Viggo had not expected this question. He froze momentarily, then quickly replied, "Our company is small, so it's not worth mentioning. It's nothing compared to yours." "It's admirable how your company can sponsor students despite being a small one." Aria's compliment was delivered flatly. Viggo's scalp tingled with unease. "It's actually our investor. He doesn't just fund us but many companies. He came from a small town himself and wants to help these students get better learning conditions." "Now that's a rare and kind soul. I'd love to meet him sometime." Aria said casually, "Since we've had such a fortunate encounter, let's exc
The three men Aria had knocked to the ground were hurting all over, yet she had the nerve to talk about following the law. Viggo knew his men were losing their cool. After all, they'd never been humiliated like this in Ludwiten before. He quickly moved to block them, forcing a smile. "Yes, you're absolutely right. "Well, they say you never really know someone until you trade a few punches. You look unfamiliar, though. You're not from Ludwiten, are you?" Viggo was fishing for information about Aria. He needed to know who she was and why their operation had suddenly derailed today. But someone as shrewd as Aria instantly caught his meaning, so she smirked. Since things had already escalated this far, it did not matter whether she revealed her identity or not. Whoever was behind these men would investigate her anyway. It was better to draw all the attention to herself now while her senior and the Public Integrity Task Force gathered evidence behind the scenes. That way, they cou
Viggo tried to explain, "You've got it all wrong—we don't mean any harm. We were just told to pick Ms. Bohmer up for paperwork. "Ms. Bohmer's a top student, and her school recommended her for study abroad. Just ask her if you don't believe me." Viggo shifted the spotlight to Eden. He figured a student like her wouldn't know how to speak up. Indeed, Eden was terrible at lying. Under Aria's watchful gaze, she nodded. She then added, "But something about them felt off. Maybe I was just being paranoid when I asked for your help." She couldn't very well tell this stranger that everything was based on a hunch, that these people gave her the creeps. They hadn't crossed any lines yet, but something felt wrong. She just couldn't put her finger on what. Eden struggled to explain, but Aria cut right to the chase. "So are you saying you need eight beefy men to escort a girl like her just to fill out some study abroad forms? Can't the teachers or the proper agencies handle it? "Looking
Hearing this, Viggo frowned. The burly men exchanged glances too as they sized up the person in front of them. They'd been in Ludwiten so long but had never met anyone as bold as Aria. They all figured that she must be some out-of-town wealthy heir who didn't know the rules here. She was practically asking for trouble when she blocked their way. These people didn't follow the stock market much. If they had, they'd know that a certain young lady had arrived in town not long ago. And she was someone who was good at dealing with those who crossed her. "You should ask around about who runs things here before acting so cocky. Since you like it here, stay right here with your bike!" As they spoke, one of them walked toward Aria aggressively, raising his arm to throw a punch. The rest moved in at the same time. But before the man could touch Aria, his hand was suddenly caught. Aria moved fast. With one leg braced against her motorcycle as a pivot point, she lunged forward and droppe