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
Why had Mindy given her such a sinister pendant? What was she plotting? Verona's back was drenched with cold sweat, and a chill shot up her spine. She didn't keep anything from Aria, asking her directly, "Hypothetically, just hypothetically, what would happen if someone was sniffing this blend for a long time?""This concoction impacts both your physique and spirit, and you'll eventually get addicted to it," Aria said seriously, "You'll gradually become the most loyal believer ever, and you'll lose the ability to form your own opinions about certain matters."Verona's clutch fell to the ground with a thud. Suddenly, everything started to fall into place. Mindy had approached her deliberately. Knowing Verona's struggles with sleep and her desire for Fiona's recovery, Mindy manipulated the situation to make Verona gradually accept her.However, Mindy was only nine years old when that happened.Verona's first reaction was that there was a misunderstanding. However, when she met Ar
Nisa had no idea how complicated things truly were. Durand had made his choice years ago—opting for someone in the state government over the Draycott family. But he had never once confided in his wife, Nisa, about it. Even so, he now found it wise to apologize to the Grisham family. At the very least, it would set them apart from the Draycott and Fitzroy families. They had simply made the wrong decision at a critical moment.Durand sighed. "Alright, honey, I'll take your advice. I'm relying on you to smooth things over with the Fitzroys. Ultimately, I'm placing my trust in you, my darling wife, to fix this."Nisa took a slow sip of her coffee. "I'm glad you understand. This is a crucial moment, so make sure you clean up any messy relationships you have outside."Durand's smile faltered briefly, but he said nothing.Nisa studied him. "I'm only worried something might happen. The deceased girl's parents were easy to deal with, but others won't be. Who knows what might come up?"Th
Amos didn't want Aria to stay in Ludwiten, but she had no intention of leaving just yet. The case of the woman who jumped off the building might have been closed legally, but not in Aria's eyes. The lack of an official report didn't mean the incident was simple. Something was off.Nocturne's location was too strategic, and Aria was certain there was more hidden inside the bar—something she hadn't uncovered yet.And where was the Wagner family? They had disappeared the moment she arrived in Ludwiten. She couldn't shake the unease creeping in. She needed to find Yonah.Once she secured the key information she was after, she immediately instructed her subordinates to investigate how Amos had managed to rise to power so quickly.Exposing the mastermind behind him required careful strategy. Aria knew they were calculated and composed, considering they had remained silent even after the downfall of the Draycott and Fitzroy families.To the mastermind, those families were nothing more
Aria turned to leave without hesitation. She couldn't afford to linger. Dorian's words had been recorded. Sharing them with her uncles wouldn't violate any rules—it would clear up past misunderstandings.Just as she pushed the door open, Laura's voice rang out."Aria, I swear, I knew nothing about your mother! You wouldn't want Jett to have a mother with a criminal record, would you? I never meant to harm the Grisham family. Please, help me."Aria halted, but her voice was cold. "Help you? Uncle Eamon ignored your scheming for Jett's sake the first time. When you set your sights on the Grisham Group's shares, he still chose to let it go. And yet, what did you do?"You leaked information. You framed Uncle Eamon for betraying you."She despised women like Laura—greedy and manipulative. Worse, Laura had destroyed the marriage Eamon should have had.Because of her, Eamon had been forced into marriage at an age when he should have been free to live his life.Aria had never understo
Dorian furrowed his brows, lost in thought. "There was someone… I think he was a low-level official handling Ludwiten's economy at the time.""Take a look. Is it him?" Aria slid her phone across the table, revealing a picture. Dorian immediately nodded. "That's him, but why does he look younger? He doesn't seem like the timid man I remember.""Power changes people," Aria said knowingly. "It's understandable you don't recognize him. But look," she said, pointing to the webpage with a smile. "Do you recognize him?"The man in the photo wore glasses and a suit, exuding an air of authority. Something about him felt eerily familiar.Dorian paused for a moment. "H-He is…""He's the third-in-command of the city, Amos Lune." Aria's gaze flicked between the two images. "It's indeed hard to believe. With a simple name change, he's a completely different person. But someone must have worked hard to push a minor official this high."Dorian had never considered how deep the web of influence
Dorian had always been timid, never having faced real hardships. The thought of spending the rest of his life in jail was unbearable. "This is all because of your greed," he spat, his voice trembling with resentment. "You and your obsession with the Grisham family—you always thought they were better than us. That's why you were so desperate to outdo them."His eyes burned with anger as he continued, "You were beyond saving from the start, yet you still dragged me and Laura down with you. Mom, you can't be this selfish."Magdalene staggered, nearly collapsing from the sheer weight of his words. Rage and betrayal clawed at her chest, but before she could succumb, Aria intervened, keeping her upright. Magdalene had to hear everything."Aria," Dorian pressed on, his desperation mounting. "You don't know half of what my mother has done. It's about Fiona. I know everything. You'll want to hear this."He had never been this frantic before. He was willing to reveal any secret if it meant
Magdalene thought they were being taken to an interrogation room. Instead, they were led somewhere not far from Fitzroy Group. After being handcuffed, they were blindfolded. When the blindfolds were removed, harsh lights greeted them. Magdalene's son and daughter sat on either side of her.Dorian was the first to react, his voice sharp with panic. "Lawyer! I want a lawyer!"Laura, in contrast, remained silent, the weight of remorse pressing down on her.A lazy voice cut through the tension. "I don't have a lawyer for you, but I can arrange a lifetime sentence."Laura stiffened instantly. Magdalene turned toward the voice in disbelief. Dorian, though unfamiliar with Aria, recognized her face. Her presence was unforgettable, and the tattoo on her neck had been seared into his memory."Aria?" Laura's voice cracked. "Why is it you?"Aria met her gaze with cool indifference. "Why shouldn't it be me?"Magdalene's experience gave her a sharp intuition. She narrowed her eyes. "How can
Dorian reached out instinctively, but he was too late. Magdalene hit the ground hard, her forehead bruised. How she wished she could just faint and escape this nightmare. But reality was merciless. With her head throbbing, she could only look at Dorian and the chaos engulfing the Fitzroy Group.Dorian's knees trembled with fear. "Mom, what should I do? That bastard must have exposed me! He'll pin everything on me. Mom—""D-Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I'll get you out of this," Magdalene said, though she was barely holding herself together.But the SWAT team would be here any second.Dorian's face turned deathly pale as a sudden realization struck him. "Mom, you told me to do everything. You said helping the Draycott family tamper with Waymond's financial statements would give us the upper hand!"Magdalene froze. Her outstretched hand dropped as she coughed up blood. "Y-You—!""Don't worry, Mom. Even if you go to jail, I'll come visit you. You're already old, but I still h
Dorian steadied Magdalene, helping her sit down. "Mom, what if Laura refuses to apologize? We need to put an end to this mess online before someone digs too deep.""Don't worry. Your brother is the one involved, and he's already on the plane. No one will link the Grisham family's accounts to you. Even if the police conducted an investigation, they'll only interrogate your brother." Magdalene took a deep breath, but it did little to calm her. Her clothes were stained with Laura's blood, making her feel utterly repulsed. Meanwhile, Dorian relaxed, reassured that he wouldn't be implicated.To him, his half-brother was nothing but an obstacle—a liability who competed for the inheritance. Though Dorian had joined the Fitzroy family late, he had Magdalene's support.Neval, on the other hand, had been nothing but a disgrace, sinking deeper into his gambling addiction. Now, at last, he served his purpose—as a scapegoat.Just as Dorian was savoring that thought, a frantic voice broke thro
Eamon never loved Laura, but he had always respected her. He fulfilled her requests, supported her family, and never strayed. While other wealthy men indulged in affairs, Eamon remained distant and polite, just as he had been in college.Their marriage wasn't filled with passion, but his world still revolved around her, Jett, and his work. Laura had a life many envied—a stable family, a respected position—yet she had only realized its worth too late. Tears welled up in her eyes. If she had been more decisive, things wouldn't have come to this. She could have continued her life as Eamon's wife, reaping its privileges whether love was present or not. Instead, she had listened to her mother and lost everything—her family, her son, and the Grisham family shares she had once taken for granted.She had never even desired those shares. So how had it come to this?Regret twisted inside her, making it hard to breathe. Clutching her shirt, she barely registered the voices around her unt