Chapter 206

Evelyn Bennett set down her teacup, her sharp gaze fixed on her daughter. "Are you planning to interfere with the Whitmore family's ancestral graves?"

Aria Bennett smirked, her fingers lightly tapping the table. "You guessed right, Mom." Her voice was icy. "Since Edgar Whitmore cares so much about his company, I'll make sure he watches it crumble with his own eyes."

The methods of a metaphysics practitioner were far more terrifying than ordinary people could imagine. Ruining a family's fortune? A mere flick of the wrist.

As for karma? Aria could handle it.

Evelyn pondered for a moment. "Just don't take any lives." It wasn't out of mercy—she simply didn’t want blood on her daughter’s hands.

Soon, Evelyn revealed the exact location of the Whitmore family’s ancestral burial site. She, too, was eager to see the expressions on that pretentious mother-daughter pair’s faces when they lost everything.

"Don’t worry. They’re not worth staining my hands for." Aria’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "I want Edgar to witness how his beloved woman betrays him."

Mother and daughter exchanged knowing smiles.

Despite the morning’s unpleasant scene, lunch was a warm and cheerful affair. The three of them enjoyed a comforting home-cooked meal together.

Afterward, Aria grabbed her bag and headed out.

Damian Cross was already waiting downstairs. The moment she got into the car, he sensed her mood. "Who upset you?"

Aria didn’t hide it, recounting the morning’s events in detail.

"That pair won’t let this go," she muttered irritably. "I can’t stand hypocrites."

A cold glint passed through Damian’s eyes. "Want me to handle it?"

With the Cross family’s influence, bankrupting the Whitmore Group would be effortless.

Aria’s heart warmed. This man always stood by her side without question.

"No need." She shook her head. "I’m targeting their ancestral graves. If I need help, I’ll ask."

Damian affectionately ruffled her hair. "Do whatever makes you happy."

As long as she was pleased, he’d let her play however she wanted.

He’d always be there to clean up the mess.

They drove to Roman Vale’s antique company.

Roman had instructed his secretary to greet them at the entrance, ushering them eagerly into the exhibition hall.

"Take whatever catches your eye," Roman declared grandly.

Aria arched a brow. "Generous today, Roman?"

Roman thumped his chest. "Money’s no object!"

Damian smirked. "Don’t worry. We won’t hold back."

Roman shot him a glare. This friend of his was becoming more and more of a traitor—completely shameless!

The exhibition hall was filled with treasures. Aria examined each piece carefully until her gaze landed on a set of ancient ritual blade coins.

A faint miasma clung to their surfaces—exactly what she needed.

"I’ll take these," she said, pointing.

Roman’s eyes lit up. "Excellent choice! These are our prized collection." He immediately ordered his secretary to pack them, relieved he hadn’t sold them earlier.

After browsing further, Aria selected an incense burner and an antique inkstone—the latter for Onyx.

The little creature, catching the scent of ink, wriggled out of her bag and stared longingly at the inkstone.

"Is this thing sentient?" Roman gaped.

Aria stroked Onyx’s head fondly. "He’s very clever."

Onyx smugly lifted his chin at Roman before darting into Damian’s arms.

Roman: "..."

Even a weasel knew how to suck up to the right person now?