Aria was sweating over her brow even as she stood at a corner.


    At White Court Hotel, she had set things up so that Frank believed he had a drunken fumble with her.


    She knew there were cameras in the hallways and the elevators, but there were voyeurs too...?!


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    Did that mean that what she did that night was recorded, and Eron''s daughter wanted to tell Frank


    about that?


    Forget Frank''s fury once he was found out and take back everything he gave her—the life in mor


    and riches she envisioned would go up in smoke!


    Even as the thought struck her, Aria forced a smile as he turned toward Frank. "I''m a little tired. I''ll go to


    my room now."


    "Yeah, sure," Frank replied, already suspicious after seeing her unusual reaction.


    Moreover, he was a Birthright rank elite and had overwhelming self-restraint, not to mention that he


    checked himself right after and did not find anything unusual.


    And if he really passed out drunk, how would he even get it on with Aria?


    If anything, Frank had his suspicions in the first ce but came down with too much stress recently to


    really think.


    And was a girl like Aria devious enough to arrange all of that just to deceive him?


    That was when Frank remembered running into Jean Zims at Grande Square, and what she said


    echoed in his mind: "Just watch your back—that woman you''re with is a snake."


    That made Frank basically sure that Aria had set him up.


    If anything, she was just fortunate he had not been thinking straight—he would not have afforded her


    the chance otherwise.


    Still, he must produce evidence to back his suspicions, or he could not do anything if Aria got stubborn


    and refused to be confused.


    And Kim most likely had the evidence of what went down that night.


    In that case, a trip to White Hall was inevitable.


    Nodding without hesitation, he told Eron, "It''ste now, but I shall being over early tomorrow."


    "Great!" Eron eximed contentedly.


    Both men chatted a little before Frank saw him off.


    As they did, Frank was wondering about one thing—Eron was obviously conspiring with Sage Lake


    Sect against him, but what about Kim?


    Was Eron just using this as an excuse to lure him to Southstream? Was it possible that Kim had no part


    in this?


    He remembered Kim quarreling with Eron over the Earthen Dragonheart for his sake after he treated


    her injuries.


    "Well, whatever. I''ll just have to deal with anythinging my way." Frank snorted, shaking his head


    and clearing his mind of those bothersome questions.


    At dinner, Winter was still grouching, her eyes still puffy.


    Beside her, Carol sighed repeatedly as she slid nces at Aria, who sat beside Frank.


    However, Aria was the one who left the table first—she appeared very distracted, putting down her


    knife and fork before dashing for the bathroom.


    Later in the night, Frank''s room door opened.


    Aria entered, only wearing her risque lingerie as she slid under Frank''s nket without a word.


    "Frank..." she breathed into his ear, appearing especially alluring in her ckcy bra.