The Queen They Buried

Chapter 278

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“Of course. I’m not afraid even if they try to come after me,” Aubree said. Ever since she severed ties with the Wilson family, it was destined that she would stand against Wilson family and all their allies.

Besides, the two sons of the Diamonde family in this generation weren’t particularly capable. They were great at scrambling for power among themselves, but they turned into paper tigers when it came to outsiders. The Diamonde family had been declining steadily. Back then, they used to be on equal footing with the Turner family, but now, even the Wilson family made them think twice.

If it weren’t for the Diamonde family’s Phoenyra Jewelry, a time–honored brand in Südlichen Strand catering to elite clientele with extensive connections, the family would have gone under long ago.

Aubree asked, “By the way, what’s the status of that joint venture the Lawson and Wilson families secured at the bidding conference?”

Bowen said, “I was just about to bring that up.” As he spoke, the car pulled up in front of Aubree’s apartment building.

her with a probing gaze. “Bree, did you know all along that they’d unearth an ancient tomb at the

tomb of immense archaeological significance. In recent days, the Wilson and Lawson families have been running themselves ragged and talking themselves hoarse trying to resolve the situation. But given the tomb’s exceptional historical value,

resume, that depended entirely on when the archaeological team

the Wilson and Lawson families had high hopes for that project. As it neared completion, they poured massive amounts into publicity, generating massive hype and sky–high expectations.

money

that was manageable. But if it was a major site that takes years, even a decade or more, to excavate, they’d be in for a world of trouble. All the money invested in the project would go down the

the Lawson and Wilson families took a heavy

a knowing smile. “What do

she stopped him, it had been staring

the bidding conference, she hadn’t shown the slightest interest in the East District

fathom it. Not being in control made him anxious, so he dug his nails into his palm, forcing himself to calm down. A myriad of emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, all that remained was pure affection. With a soft chuckle, he said, “My brilliant Bree, only you could have known this. If it weren’t for you, my

more glances at Bowen. She had braced herself for