<b>Chapter 491 </b>
Before long, Starmon Films dropped damning evidence proving she had bought trending topics and paid for influencer promotion. It was the final nail <b>in </b>her coffin.
Calista’s father, Neville Archer, called her, roaring, “Get your ass home now! Pissing off Aria is pissing off half of Mandino City. What the hell <b>were </b>you thinking, going after her? You’re not helping the family at all, just making things worse. You’re utterly useless.”
Calista seethed with silent rage, but she didn’t dare defy her father. She only entered showbiz to get close to Luther. Now that things hade to <b>this</b><b>, </b>she was too ashamed to stay in showbiz.
Neville arranged for a scapegoat, after which Calista announced her withdrawal from showbiz and returned home to take over the family business.
With Calista finally gone, Luther’s fans were over the moon, flocking to the Stars Group to thank Aria.
Nestled halfway up a mountain in Kanit City, the Stars Group’s summer vi was a secluded paradise hidden amidst nature, far from the city’s hustle and bustle. It was a perfect natural summer retreat.
Upon learning that Aria and her party were arriving, the manager and the reception staff were already waiting at the resort entrance.
“Wee, Ms. Saxon, Lily, Pearl, and Mr. Shaw,” the manager, yton Dous, greeted them.
Aria replied, “Hello, everyone.”
The attendants took their luggage as yton stepped aside with <b>a </b>courteous nod. “Your amodations are prepared, Ms. Saxon.”
“You may attend to other matters,” Aria said. “Just have someone show us the way to our amodations.”
“Okay, Ms. Saxon,” yton replied.
After yton left, several staff members picked up the luggage and led the way.
As soon as the group stepped into the resort lobby, a little boy, about six or seven years old, zoomed past on a skateboard. His mother hurried after him, calling out anxiously, “Slow down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
The boy ignored his mother. Spotting something in Pearl’s pocket/his eyes instantly lit up. With a quick swerve of his skateboard, he reached into her pocket.
Without missing a beat, Pearl covered her pocket and sidestepped to avoid <b>the </b>grab.
A few steps ahead of them, Aria and Owen heard themotion and immediately turned around, just in time to see the boy <b>lose </b><b>his </b><b>bnce </b><b>and </b><b>tumble </b>forward onto the floor with a thud. “Mommy!” he wailed.
Seeing this, the woman rushed over in <b>a </b>panic and immediately tried to shove Pearl. “How dare you push my son?<b>” </b><b>she </b>shrieked.
By the time the woman rushed over, Aria and Owen had already stepped protectively in front of Pearl and Lily.
Aria seized the woman’s hand and snapped, “Are you blind? He missed his step and fell on his own.<b>” </b>
The woman wrenched her hand free from Aria’s grip, scooped up her <b>son</b>, and red daggers <b>at </b>them. “Would my <b>son </b>have fallen if <b>she </b><b>hadn’t </b><b>dodged</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
she snarled.
‘How unreasonable,’ Aria <b>thought</b>.
The <b>staff </b>rushed over to mediate the dispute.
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“Let’s go,” Aria said coolly, turning to leave.
Seeing they were about to leave, the little boy squirmed in his mother’s arms, pointed at Pearl, and cried, “Mommy, that girl has a gold toy in her <b>pocket</b>.
I want it.”
The mother said impatiently, “Have your dad buy itter.”
“I want it now. I want hers,” the child whined. “Mommy, I want it.”
The woman strode forward and said, “My son wants whatever’s in her pocket. Name <i>your </i>price. I’ll buy it.”
Owen turned his head, a cold smirk on his lips. “It’s not for sale.”
The little boy threw another tantrum, kicking and screaming, “I want it now.”
The woman, thoroughly irritated, blurted out, “I’ll give you 30 thousand dors. Are you selling it or not?”
<b>“</b><b>No</b>,<b>” </b>Owen insisted.
Humiliated by the rejection, the woman flew into <b>a </b>rage. Clutching her son, she swiftly blocked their path and snapped, “If you didn’t want <b>it </b>taken<b>, </b>you shouldn’t have unted it to tempt my son,” she spat. “Like it or not, you’re selling it to me today. My son is the future heir of the Shaw family. You should consider it an honor that he likes your things.”
‘Heir?‘ Aria was surprised, instinctively ncing at Owen.
Owen stared at the woman and sneered, “Heir to the Shaw family? And just who is your husband, exactly?”
The woman lifted her chin proudly and said, “My husband is Tom Shaw, chairman of the Shaw Family Group and head of the Shaw family.”
At those words, Owen’s expression darkened instantly.
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