Chapter 78 The Aromatherapy Is Poisonous

Having written the message, Aria clutched the wooden box as she exited the room. Her handwriting was atrocious, seemingly indifferent to whether the recipient could comprehend it. Yet, politeness was all that mattered to her.

A sudden gift from Landon sent shivers down her spine. It felt like he was onto her. Aria was determined to distance herself from him. Consequently, she couldn't help but admire the diamond-studded pen—a testament to intellectuals' wealth.

Meanwhile, Landon remained oblivious to the unintended consequence of his gesture. Exhausted from hours of surveillance footage review, he entered the room just after Aria's departure. His black-clad security guard approached him.

"Mr. York," the bodyguard reported, "Ms. Carver only took the Whisperwind Herb."

Landon's eyebrows arched upon hearing her name, finally learning it, finding it remarkably beautiful.

Entering the study, Landon removed his rosary bracelet, scanning the remnants left behind. He inquired casually, "S