Disregarding families of similar status, even those lower in rank wouldn't dare to flatter the Wagner family again.Agnes was still contemplating her next move. Both Mindy and Kylie struggled, but the York family's bodyguards were different from those of other prestigious families. They were fiercely loyal and only followed orders from their employer. Owen had failed to prevent their actions and was forcibly pinned to the ground.Red wine splattered onto his white suit, leaving him disheveled.Unable to tolerate the situation any longer, Owen shouted at Fiona, "Mindy is also our daughter. Even if she's not our biological daughter, she has been by your side for years. How can you do this to her?""No, I have never acknowledged her," Fiona retorted with fiery eyes. "Owen, you were exploiting me when I was vulnerable! People may call me heartless today, but I will never tolerate someone who has continuously plotted against Aria and tried to replace her. I'd already held myself bac
When Warren made his announcement, everyone was stunned. The announcement was also the last thing Owen heard before he got dragged away. Surprisingly, no one objected. This was Warren's plan all along. Owen finally understood why Warren had waited so long to announce Aria's return. This wasn't a reunion; it was a trap set for him.If Warren had announced this a month ago, many shareholders would have opposed it. They favored Owen, who had maintained good relationships with them. However, even disregarding the Grisham family, no one would dare to defy Landon or the York family.Warren had hidden his trump card well, using it against Owen. Did Warren not see Owen as his son? Why didn't Warren hand over the company to him? Warren had remained guarded, refusing to step down even when ill. Yet, the moment Aria returned, Warren handed the company to her.It was clear Warren had no faith in him.Even knowing that today's events would completely cut off Owen's chances of inheriti
Aria decided to talk to Verona later.The others present all raised their glasses. "Congratulations to Aria Carver, the new head of Carver Group!"As the host applauded, every spotlight focused on Aria. She was undoubtedly the most striking person in the room. Information about the new head of Carver Group had also become one of the most searched topics. Although no photos were released, news about Carver Group occupied all news sites' headlines in the business segment.Many wealthy young ladies sneered at Aria after learning of her background, assuming she was an unsophisticated country girl clueless about fashion and luxury—nothing compared to them.They were certain she'd embarrass herself at the banquet and that Landon would surely dismiss her.They even schemed a few pranks, eager to ridicule her and enforce the unspoken rules of their social circle.What they didn't expect was that three of her six brothers would attend the banquet solely for her. Even Landon, typically s
Running a company wasn't something to be taken lightly. Most heirs were groomed from a young age or had a business school background.Though they were familiar faces in Janovin's social circles, the socialites and debutantes weren't necessarily equipped to manage a company.Regardless, Warren had publicly handed the reins to Aria. The employees would now have to pledge their loyalty to her.…The hall buzzed with activity as people surrounded Aria, eager to engage with her, especially since Landon was by her side."Are you feeling confident in your management of the company, Ms. Carver?""What's your take on the recent trends in venture capital investment in foreign markets, Ms. Carver?"They peppered her with questions, including those about the ongoing wars overseas that would impact the economy. The corporate crowd often discussed these topics at such events.Aria pulled Landon over and replied politely, "My fiancé will handle your questions."She then moved to leave, but L
Owen had believed that Fiona's discomfort was simply due to her heightened sensitivity during pregnancy.Fiona couldn't pinpoint why Dorothy made her uneasy. Dorothy had been a loyal and efficient worker for the Carvers for years, always attentive to Fiona's needs. Yet, Fiona discovered that Dorothy had been plotting behind her back. This realization strengthened Fiona's resolve to investigate Dorothy further.Her family had never truly approved of her marriage to Owen; their approval came later, only through their benevolence. Fiona had been content after her marriage until Aria's kidnapping and Mindy's arrival disrupted her life.Waymond had advised Fiona to be more cautious, suspecting Owen's involvement. She had failed to control her emotions during their confrontation, much like she had just now when she spaced out.Fiona understood why her family was disappointed with her. Still, she felt regretful and sad when Richard and Waymond didn't show up today. Aria was reclaiming
"We weren't good sons either," Leon said, jabbing at himself. "Do I take after Dad in this? Why did I not visit you even when I thought everything was strange? You were suffering, and yet I let that scheming bitch stay! Not to mention how I was just pitying her moments ago! Damn it! Something's wrong with my genes!"With the businessmen now focused on Landon, Aria glanced at Leon curiously and asked, "You felt sympathy for her?"Leon rushed to explain, "Believe me, Aria, I'm completely on your side!""How did you find yourself pitying her?" Aria asked, indifferent to whose side Leon was on, as she knew him well enough. "Oh," Leon said with the airs of a popular idol. "Rationally, I hate her, but a ridiculous voice in my head tells me that I should do something when she's wronged. It is also telling me that she's pitiful and that I should help her. I can't control it.""She looked like Aria when she was younger," Percy suddenly said. "However, we don't habitually pity someone else
The pendant, a small wooden lotus flower, was unremarkable at first glance. Unlike typical accessories, it was crafted from willow wood, not cherry.Most people would overlook the pendant on the chain. If not for Verona's identity, Aria might have missed it too. Verona, an artist known for her unique style, typically avoided wooden pendants with her attire and preferred Nobeetan art, which rarely featured lotus flowers."Wait," Aria called out after her. Verona looked back immediately, surprise in her eyes. As long as Aria wanted her to stay, she would have cause to hope.Fiona found that strange, though. She knew Aria quite well, and her daughter was not one to have someone else stay without reason. "What's wrong, Aria?" Fiona asked so as to make it easier for Aria who might want to ask Verona something. Aria smiled. Her mother knew her well. "I want to look at the pendant you're wearing, Ms. Ander. It looks great and is reminiscent of period fashion. It will inspire my futur
Aria scrutinized the pendant with a wary eye. Since ancient times, accessories crafted from willow had been deemed ill-suited for human use. The willow's drooping leaves had long been associated with death and sorrow, often planted in cemeteries and featured on gravestones in the southern regions of Farshya.For a lotus pendant, a symbol of peace and purity, oak or mahogany would be the preferred woods, with poplar as a secondary choice if the others were unavailable. Willow was never considered—its use in crafting was said to herald disaster or summon malevolent spiritsThe lotus pattern on this pendant was unsettling, twisted in a manner that provoked unease in those who gazed upon it.Tobias had once told her that there were countless Pristine deities. To follow the Pristine religion, one needed to be certain of their devotion to a genuine, legitimate figure. The Pristine religion and its myths originated from Durin, a land with a deep history, where some illegitimate figures
Parents exchanged glances, and many of them were already frowning. Miguel couldn't figure out how his young mistress had shown up here. This would destroy his career! He lowered his voice so that only she could hear. "Who told you to come? Go home now!" Then he straightened up and called out loudly, "Ma'am, you've got the wrong person. Please take your child away." The artsy-looking woman started to realize there might be some misunderstanding. Normally, she wouldn't appear publicly in front of so many parents. Miguel had warned her that if she wanted a good life, she couldn't interfere with his career. But from the message she'd received today, she was clearly told that he wanted her to bring their son over. Being quick-witted, she tried to leave once she sensed something was wrong. She pulled the boy's hand.But a spoiled sixth-grader as he was, he wouldn't budge without getting what he wanted. "Dad, why are you pretending not to know me and Mom? Is it because of that old wo
Everyone turned to stare at Aria, their faces filled with disapproval. Eden caught some of the heat too; she wasn't looking so great in their eyes either. "She's so dumb to throw away such a golden opportunity." "She just doesn't get it. Her family's dirt poor, and everyone knows that." Aria heard the whispers around her. She stood her ground, eyes cool at the edges, but her expression never changed. She even let out a soft laugh. "Nice move, Mr. Sonder. A few words and everyone forgets your wrongdoings. Don't worry, though. I've brought you a special gift." As she spoke, she glanced at her watch. "It should be here any minute. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. You may call me Ms. Carver." Miguel snorted. "I couldn't care less what your name is." In his anger, he'd completely forgotten about the scandal that had been the talk of Ludwiten lately. Aria made a small sound as she hung her helmet on the bike. "I figured since you and Mr. Draycott were so tight, you'd be keep
The way Aria looked at him made Miguel feel like she could see right through him. It really got under his skin. Miguel walked over, putting on his responsible educator act. "Ms. Bohmer, I heard about your situation. It's fine if you need more time to consider, but please have your friend move her vehicle. School grounds aren't for just anyone off the street to enter whenever they please." Eden started to object. But Aria let out a soft laugh, stepping in front of her. "You're Mr. Sonder, right?" Before coming, Aria had reviewed this principal's file. His rise to this position had been swift, with an impressive résumé showing no academic fraud. But Sam wasn't just anyone—he could dig up dirt nobody else could find. This principal valued his son above all else—a son born from an affair, no less. Miguel nodded with formality. "That's me." Aria's smile didn't fade. "No wonder you looked familiar. We must have crossed paths elsewhere. Your younger son is starting middle school thi
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