Chapter 62

Aria Bennett tapped her fingers lightly, performing a quick divination.

"Check which family has been stealing your business deals recently," she said, lifting her gaze. "Whoever benefits is the mastermind."

Walter Lowe's expression darkened instantly. "All our lost contracts were snatched by the Prices." His jaw clenched. "They even poached my people."

"So it is the Prices." His knuckles cracked under the force of his grip.

The Prices had never built their empire cleanly, always resorting to underhanded methods. For the past six months, the Lowe family had suffered continuous misfortunes while the Prices thrived—now it all made sense.

Aria tapped the coffee table. "Do they employ a blood mage?"

"The Price patriarch believes in that nonsense," Walter sneered. "Last year, he even hosted some so-called 'master' as an honored guest."

"Then there's no doubt." Aria stood. "I've already cleansed the dark energy. The caster will suffer the backlash."

She handed him a talisman. "Place this at your company's main entrance. It'll protect you for three months."

Walter accepted it with both hands, then froze. "There's a traitor in my house?"

"Who else could've buried those cursed objects in your garden?" Aria gave him a meaningful look.

A ruthless glint flashed in Walter's eyes. It was time for a purge.

"Eight million," Aria quoted, then added, "A 20% discount for Uncle Arthur's sake."

When the payment notification chimed, Arthur Reed's eye twitched. This girl charges like a tycoon.

After seeing Aria off, Walter clapped Arthur on the shoulder. "Arthur, I won't forget this favor."

Arthur forced a laugh. "I just made the introduction..." He never expected the girl to be this capable.

"Count me in against the Prices." Arthur narrowed his eyes. Perfect chance to avenge Aria—and maybe win Rebecca back.

Walter's eyes grew moist. True friendship shines in adversity.

Reed Family Villa

Nolan Reed stared blankly at his phone wallpaper—a photo of Aria on her eighteenth birthday.

"Solved?" He straightened abruptly when his father entered.

Arthur raised a brow. "Your Uncle Walter calls her 'Master Bennett' now." Spotting his son's phone, he sighed inwardly.

"She was always extraordinary." Nolan traced the photo with his thumb, voice hoarse.

Arthur couldn't resist prodding. "Regretting it now?"

The young man's eyes reddened instantly.

"Prepare for the worst." Arthur recalled his own years-long struggle to win Rebecca back and patted his son's shoulder. "It's a long road ahead."

Like his decade-long search for Rebecca, every day had been torment. But who told him to be... a fool back then?

Silence engulfed the living room, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock.