All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 1301 - Chapter 1306

Orion was practically mocking Aria for her inexperience in doing business. After all, Aria had no foundation in Ludwiten, which focused on stock evaluation and public offerings. In this context, she was undeniably a novice. The key to success here was securing as many investments as possible. Orion had only established his foothold in the Chamber of Commerce because of his success in doing so. He cast a glance behind him and said, "Great power comes with greater responsibility. It's fine, Aria. You can take your time to learn."By now, Waymond and Clyde surely understood his message. The Grisham family still had to protect the companies that depended on them for survival.If the Grishams decided to cut off certain projects, those companies would lose funding and collapse. Orion had the capital advantage—he could drag any competitor into a price war. While he could withstand the losses, could those companies do the same? Most of them relied on exports, making Orion their linchp

Orion's head nearly exploded with rage at Aria's actions. Who did she think she was? This young woman had too many tricks up her sleeve!Clyde smiled dotingly. "You don't have to say these things to flatter me, Aria. I've always respected Warren's straightforward way of doing business. Besides, when the late Mr. Barron was around, he taught me a great deal. So, don't worry. In Janovin, you have your Grandfather Warren. In Ludwiten, you have me."Clyde's seemingly lighthearted words sent a ripple through the room. Orion's face darkened, and even an inconspicuous man in the crowd furrowed his brows. As for those hoping to profit from the situation, their expressions shifted instantly. Waymond, too, was startled by how quickly Clyde had changed his stance—especially after everything he had suffered over the years. But Clyde remained indifferent to the reactions around him. He simply patted the back of Aria's hand. "You healed me, and now I know what to do. Like you said, my illne

"Boss, what are you looking at?" Andrew Clarke, the assistant, glanced curiously at the monitor. Caspian Ashworth set his wine glass on the oak desk and stood up, adjusting his suit. "How many times do I have to say it? Don't call me boss; I'm just an employee. I was just thinking about how long a person can live." "What do you mean?" Andrew appeared perplexed. Caspian let out a heavy sigh. "Of all the people they could have provoked, they chose her." "Do you know this new heir to the Carver family?" Andrew's eyes widened with surprise. This connection was news to him. Caspian put on an amulet. "Indeed. She's our real boss' wife. Didn't you notice the ring she wears? "That belongs to the boss," Caspian continued, his eyes fixed intently on the security feed. He unconsciously shifted his position, as if worried the person on screen might spot him. He then muttered under his breath, "The secret door moved. I thought it was the boss, but it turned out to be his wife instead.