Chapter 219

Aria Bennett had a favorable impression of the people before her.

After a moment of contemplation, she said, "Your uncle's condition seems quite unique. A standard protective charm might not be enough—it needs to be custom-made."

Miles Mercer's eyes lit up. "How exactly would that work?"

They had consulted renowned doctors both domestically and abroad. His grandfather had even sought help from two highly respected spiritual masters, only to be politely declined.

The jade pendant had been gifted by Master Alden as repayment for a life-saving favor—its value was beyond measure.

Unable to contain his urgency, Miles pressed, "What exactly needs to be done?"

Aria explained, "We’d need to tailor a solution based on his specific constitution—either a permanent cure or a long-term management method."

"But since I haven’t met your uncle, I can’t give a definitive plan."

Hope flickered in Miles’s eyes. "Then could you come see him in person?"

"Aria, please—do this as a favor to me." His tone was earnest. "If you can cure my uncle, the entire Mercer family will owe you."

This was the first time he had ever lowered himself to plead with someone. But for his uncle, it was worth it.

Aria softened at his sincerity. She had always been moved by genuine familial devotion.

"Alright. Set up a time, and I’ll take a look."

Miles nearly jumped at the opportunity. "How about tomorrow? I’ll pick you up after filming."

Thinking of how she’d feel if it were her brother suffering, Aria nodded. "Fine. Contact me after wrap."

"Thank you!" Relief washed over Miles’s face.

He wasn’t sure if Aria could solve the problem, but having witnessed her abilities firsthand, he had to try—even if the chance was slim.

Shortly after eleven, Aria got up to leave.

Tristan Cole insisted on arranging a chauffeur to take her home.

The bar was an exclusive members-only establishment, frequented by the elite.

Downstairs in the lounge, Celine Valmont was on a date with her wealthy boyfriend.

"Isn’t that Tristan Cole and his group?" her boyfriend murmured.

A friend chimed in, "Tristan’s a regular here."

Her boyfriend chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Too bad they don’t know me—I’d love to say hello."

Celine barely registered the conversation, her gaze locked onto Aria.

She recognized her instantly—the woman who had snatched the jade rough at the auction, Evelyn Bennett’s daughter!

"Who exactly are those people?" she asked, feigning nonchalance.

Her boyfriend’s expression turned serious. "Top-tier heirs, especially Tristan Cole. His family’s connections run deep, and he owns a billion-dollar conglomerate."

"If you ever take over Whitmore Group, don’t cross them."

Celine’s nails dug into her palms.

She had long considered Whitmore Group her birthright. Now, Evelyn Bennett and her daughter had appeared out of nowhere, threatening everything.

And to make matters worse, Aria had somehow ingratiated herself with Tristan’s circle!

"Not feeling well?" her boyfriend asked with false concern.

Celine forced a smile. "Just a headache."

The moment she returned to the Valmont estate, she sought out her mother, Vera Whitmore.

"Mother, that bitch has gotten close to Tristan Cole!"

Gleaming malice flashed in Vera’s eyes. "I planned to deal with them slowly, but it seems we’ll have to act sooner."

She would never allow anyone to jeopardize their claim to Whitmore Group.

If they insisted on courting death, then she wouldn’t hold back anymore.