Chapter 1437


    Beck couldn''t help but feel the weight of his family''s legacy as he watched the scene unfold in the


    grand hall. The Sanders family empire was vast, with multiplepanies under their control, each a


    giant in its own right.


    Despite the undercurrent of dissatisfaction at Maja''s unexpected rise, everyone was wary of upsetting


    the family elders and risking their own piece of the pie.


    Tonight, as they all met Maja, their grievances remained unvoiced, the fear of retribution silencing any


    potential outbursts.


    Some were bold enough to whisper doubts to Beck.


    "Beck, you really handed over your shares to her? She''s a woman, and you know how emotional they


    can be. What if Ian sweet-talks her out of her stake, and next thing you know, the Sanders family might


    have to change its name?"


    "Yeah, and remember, your brother got kicked out because of a woman, too. Dn''s been doing a


    great job, taking care of us all. That girl''s nothing but bad news."


    "Your grandparents had a point; maybe it''s just not in her stars to be the heiress. Better to just send her


    off and reim those shares."


    Beck, smiling at these so-called elders, had a sharp glint in his eye.


    "No need for you all to worry. Maja''s got the chops to run thepany, and she''ll do it even better than


    Dn did."


    Little did they know, the underground fighting ring was Ian''s domain—a juicy piece of the pie that every


    family had tried and failed to snatch. Its daily turnover was beyond estimation.


    Meeting resistance, the crowd dispersed quietly, castingst nces upstairs before leaving.


    Alone in the hall, Beck''s phone rang. It was Aurora Sanders, York''s daughter.


    Augus and York were not on good terms, but unbeknownst to others, York and Aurora shared a close, if


    secretive, friendship, united by their shared penchant for ying the field—one with men, the other with


    women.


    To Beck, Aurora was a seemingly clueless heiress, but in truth, she was far shrewder than Judith could


    ever hope to be—her naivety was merely a guise.


    And Aurora thought of Beck as a carefree yboy. The two of them hit it off instantly, having swept


    through many a bar together.


    Now, Aurora was calling, probably having caught wind of the drama at the Sanders estate.


    Beck answered, "Hey?"


    Surrounded by takeout wrappers and gripping a game controller, Aurora had a lollipop in her mouth


    when she heard the news.


    "Beck, I heard about the Sanders drama. Our grandparents are home. Aren''t you going to make a run


    for it? Grab your newfound sister ande over to my ce for some gaming."


    Aurora lived separately from York, only visiting during holidays, which inevitably meant dealing with


    York''s lovers and enduring his wrath.


    "Grandpa''s nning to have Maja and Ian''s fortunes told."


    On hearing this, Aurora''s eyes narrowed with concern.


    "That''s it, then. Your sister and brother-inw are probably going to split. That fortune-teller’s nothing


    but trouble. I still remember the nder he spewed about me."


    Beck,cking the patience for banter, said, "I''ve got to hang up. I need to stay here and wait for the


    results."


    Frustrated, Aurora tossed her controller aside with a sigh.


    "Fine. But when you get Maja out, let''s meet up, okay? And speaking of which, what about Judith?"


    "She''s probably with my brother, I guess."


    "Dn''s really something, huh? Putting up with all that. If it were me, I''d chop Judith into mincemeat


    and feed her to the stray dogs."


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    Uncertain how much gossip Aurora had heard, Beck chuckled lightly, "Ladies shouldn''t talk like that."


    Aurora pped a hand over her mouth, "I''m just standing up for Maja, even though I haven''t met her.


    Surely, she''s got to be a step up from that disaster Judith, right?"


    Theparison did little to lift Beck''s spirits as he ended the call.


    Meanwhile, the Judith they discussed was enduring a nightmare in a basement. She had passed out


    twice from the pain, only to wake up to further agony as two men doused her thighs with boiling water


    and scraped off the blistered skin with a metalb.


    She was on the brink of madness, teetering on the edge of sanity under the brutal torment.