From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1059: 492 Threat_3 Chapter 1059: 492 Threat_3 Virginia Frost laughed, her laughter eerie and desolate.

“Do you know that you have fallen into Peter Aria’s trap by coming to me tonight?

Stupid.” Virgina Frost suddenly kicked Vanessa Aria in the chest, causing her to roll on the ground.

She then quickly got up and knelt on the ground.

Virginia Frost adjusted her slipping robe, stood up and walked to the window, staring into the endless night.

“I hope this time you won’t disappoint me, my patience has reached its limit.”

Madon Linggo took a few photos, the silent and gloomy Frost mansion in the darkness, emanating an aura of terror.

“Boss, there’s someone following us.” Connie’s voice transmitted through the earpiece.

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Madon Linggo glanced at the rearview mirror: “Don’t start a hare.”

At this time, his mobile phone received a call, which Linggo answered.

“Sergeant Linggo, we have a tricky situation.”

Madon Linggo lightly tapped on the steering wheel: “Mr.

Linggo, please proceed.”

“Ms.

Rinto was poisoned backstage at the Spring Festival Gala.

We haven’t tested the substance yet, but the results should be predictable.

Ms.

Rinto has chosen to call the police.”

Richard Linggo and Madon Linggo knew each other well.

He was the only reliable option that Richard Linggo could think of for the time being.

Madon Linggo narrowed his eyes: “Preserve the scene.

I will immediately send someone over.”

After hanging up the phone, Madon Linggo spoke into the earpiece: “Connie, head over to the HQ Broadcasting Building to meet with Ms.

Rinto, there is a case that needs your attention.”

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When Connie arrived at the HQ Broadcasting Building, it was precisely nine o’clock.

As she got out of the car, she saw the live broadcast on the large screen of the building.

A young man in a red leather jacket was singing a passionate song.

The close-up shot highlighted his handsome features, and his eyes, fixated on the camera, twinkled like stars in the night sky.

The gala tonight was completely lit up to the climax by him.

Upon seeing Connie, Raquel Webb immediately went over and greeted her: “Sergeant Connie, please come with me.”

Connie quickly asked a few questions without missing a beat.

In no time, they arrived at the dressing room where Aubree Groove was resting.

The gala was still in full swing, and backstage was chaotic yet orderly.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, nervously anticipating their impending performances.

Connie’s arrival did not attract any attention.

“Sergeant Connie, weren’t you in Pethkids?

Why are you in Lostswa?” Raquel Webb asked curiously.

Connie, carefully surveying her surroundings, replied in a low voice: “I am on a mission in Lostswa, coincidentally Mr.

Linggo called.”

“Oh, that’s quite a coincidence.”

Raquel Webb wondered if Lostswa and Pethkids were in the same judicial system and just how powerful Sergeant Connie was.

As they passed a junction, a crowd suddenly approached from the front.

The surrounding crowd began to stir.

Connie looked up to see the young man in a red leather jacket, in the middle of the crowd.

He was even more vibrant and lively than he appeared on television and had everything to make one scream.

The young man caught sight of her, abruptly stopping his stride.

Through layers of people, he furrowed his brows and looked at her.

Connie shook her head subtly, then turned into a narrow side passage with Raquel Webb.

This area was littered with dressing rooms like a maze; one could easily get lost if they weren’t careful.

“Sullivan, after this, you have a few media interviews, it should take only a few minutes.

After the interviews, you can watch the show from the audience seating.” Keanu Ledger said to Anton Cook while walking, almost bumping into him.

“What’s up with my little ancestor again?”

The shutters of cameras echoed around.

Both the crew and the performers stared at him eagerly.

He was a legend of the entertainment industry, an undying star in everyone’s heart.

Where he stood, there was light, the source of all power.

Anton Cook was well aware that his every move was being scrutinized.

He couldn’t afford to make any mistakes, so he followed Keanu Ledger and security personnel to the interview area.

In the interim, he whispered something into the assistant Dashiell Duke’s ear who quietly slipped away from the crowd.

Meanwhile, Anton Cook’s interview was being broadcasted live on another platform.

Countless fans flooded in, and the barrage of comments instantly filled the screen.

Connie walked into the dressing room, which was quite large, with a row of dressing tables filled with cosmetics against the wall.

Others huddled together, eagerly watching a corner in the front.

Aubree Groove sat in front of the makeup mirror near the window.

A young lady dressed in a dance costume stood behind her, and her raised hand was grabbed by Kelly Martinez.

The girl’s distorted face reflected in the mirror, her outrageous makeup made her look even more terrified.

Her face was like an evil ghost, forming a stark contrast with the gentle and beautiful Young Lady White.

“What kind of hideous makeup have you put on me?

You know that you’ve ruined me, don’t you?”