It had been several days since Aria was admitted to the hospital. Lu Chen was still lying unconscious, trapped in his coma, while Tyler remained oblivious to the fact that the phone was no longer in the hands of the legal authorities. He still believed it was with the rightful people — the FBI — unaware that it had already slipped away from their possession.During those few days, Aria’s condition kept her in the hospital. Because of Olga’s deep-seated hatred for Tyler, Aria had firmly told him not to visit unless she personally called him. Even though Tyler longed to see her, he knew he had to wait for her approval before visiting. It wasn’t just a casual suggestion — it was a rule meant to keep him out of trouble.By doing this, Aria ensured he wouldn’t accidentally run into her aunt at the hospital, thus avoiding unnecessary conflict. It was, of course, a wise decision — and Tyler, for Aria’s sake (and not because of her aunt), had no choice but to obey.As a result, Tyler barely g

Aria and Tyler proceeded toward the hospital’s exit.Aria walked briskly to her car, her expression unreadable. She opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat. Just as Tyler was about to join her, she shook her head sharply and slammed the door shut.“You can’t come in,” she declared, her tone firm and final.Tyler froze, staring at her in disbelief. Then he let out a soft, incredulous chuckle. “What do you mean I can’t come in? We’re both heading in the same direction, aren’t we? There’s no need for me to board another bus.”Aria looked at him through the glass, her voice calm but detached. “Remember, Tyler — we’re only a couple before the law, not in the eyes of the people. I’ll be going ahead. You can take another bus to the funeral. And please, be quick about it.”She turned to her driver, her voice regaining its usual composure.“Come on, Driver. Let’s go already. Take me to the cemetery — Mark’s Ground.”Without another glance at Tyler, the car engine started, and withi

Seeing Aria standing firmly beside Tyler, Olga’s anger flared hotter than ever. She couldn’t bear it—this was the same boldness Aria had shown back at the hospital, defending Tyler when everyone else had doubted him.Fearing a repeat of that humiliation, Olga quickly shifted her expression into one of feigned concern, her voice dripping with false gentleness.> “What are you talking about, my dear?” she asked, her tone sharp beneath the surface. “Do you mean to tell me that you’re taking this boy’s side? You can’t be serious. You know he’s useless—he doesn’t even deserve to be standing here with us!”She waved her hands dramatically, as though the very idea of Tyler paying his respects was a catastrophe.> “He claims your Grandpa knew him… that he was with him when he died. How is that our business? And you know how these things work. If this boy pays tribute to your Grandpa, he’ll disturb him in the spirit world. Negative energy will follow him, and that is our responsibility. You kn

The Acosta family presided over two powerful companies. One was the Acosta Group of Companies, led by Aria herself as CEO, and the other—the mightier of the two—was ABC Companies, formerly headed by her late grandfather.With her grandfather’s passing, ABC Companies had been left without a clear leader. Although the board had announced that a CEO had been chosen by the late Blake Sr. before his death, the identity of this person remained a closely guarded secret. Only one person knew the truth: Aisha, the manager, who, bound by oath, was never to reveal the unknown CEO’s identity to anyone.Now, if Aisha was calling Aria to tell her she had been appointed Representative CEO of ABC Companies, it meant something significant. Aria would wield all the powers of the CEO—make decisions, access confidential information, sign documents, and interact with the board—but she was not the CEO herself. The real CEO’s identity remained hidden, even to her. She could, however, communicate with him, v

Immediately after hanging up the call, Tyler began pacing the room, his mind racing with thoughts. Most of them centered around the events at the cemetery.He didn’t need anyone to explain it to him—Olga had to be the primary person to suspect. Old Mr. Blake Sr. had warned him long ago: Aria was surrounded not by people who truly loved her, but by those who sought to exploit her, to take advantage of what he had worked so hard to build. Keeping that in mind, Tyler’s doubts sharpened, and his instincts screamed at him to act.It was the perfect time to make the right moves—to identify the person truly hiding something.And watching Olga’s behavior only confirmed his suspicions. From the way she carried herself over the past thirty years to how she forced attention, feigned compassion, and manufactured empathy, everything about her screamed caution. Every gesture, every word, every carefully constructed act seemed calculated. Tyler knew, without a doubt, that she was a person to watch c