From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1061: 493 Various Parties_2 Chapter 1061: 493 Various Parties_2 At the moment, the program is being broadcast live and Director Bartholomew can’t be disturbed.

The smooth operation of the program was paramount.

Connie returned to the dressing room and ran into Dashiell Duke on the way.

Recognising him as Anton Cook’s assistant, Raquel Webb asked, “Is there something you need?”

Dashiell Duke scratched his head: “Sullivan thought something might have happened to you guys and sent me to check.”

Raquel Webb politely declined his offer: “We’re fine, tell him to enjoy the show.”

Suddenly, Connie squinted her eyes.

Noticing the change, Raquel Webb asked as she prepared to turn around, “Is something wrong, Sergeant Connie?”

Connie suddenly grabbed her wrist and, in a hushed tone, said, “Don’t turn around.”

Raquel Webb froze, not daring to move an inch.

She wasn’t a fool.

At that moment, she realised that Sergeant Connie had detected something unusual.

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Dashiell Duke furtively took a step back.

As Connie continued walking forward, she whispered, “Someone’s watching us from the four o’clock position.”

“Anyone daring enough to poison Ms.

Rinto isn’t an ordinary person.

Pulling up the radish is bound to bring up the soil.

It seems like we’ll need Ms.

Rinto to co-star in this drama.”

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“The water contained a large amount of testosterone propionate and methamphetamine levels exceeded the limit.

Ms.

Rinto, if it wasn’t for your vigilance, drinking that water could have had dire consequences.” Richard Linggo’s voice of lingering fear came through the phone.

Aubree Groove’s hand, gripping the phone, tightened slightly.

Her eyes were half shut, the thick, long lashes hiding her emotions.

Kelly Martinez furrowed her brow.

She sensed Aubree Groove’s desolation.

This was the first time she had felt such intense emotion from Aubree Groove.

Unfortunately, Aubree Groove had not put the call on speaker, so Kelly couldn’t hear what was being said.

“I understand.

Could you please keep the evidence safe, Mr.

Linggo?

Please keep this in mind.

Thank you.”

“Ms.

Rinto, have you offended someone?

Using such an insidious method to harm you…”

Testosterone propionate is the main ingredient in aphrodisiacs, which is highly potent.

A clearly excessive dose, intended to bring harm.

As for methamphetamine, it’s the primary component of the new type B drug.

Exposure to only a little can make ordinary people get addicted for life, living in pain forever.

Mixing these two substances together demonstrated the perpetrator’s malicious intent.

“I have never harmed anyone, yet I’ve attracted venomous snakes.” Aubree Groove shook her head, her voice desolate.

After hanging up the phone, Aubree Groove sat silently.

Not daring to disturb her, Kelly sat in silence with her.

“Kelly, have you heard the story of The Farmer and the Viper?”

“It’s a story every primary school student knows.

Of course, I know it.”

“If you saved the snake, only to be bitten by it, what would you do?”

Without giving it a thought, Kelly replied, “Such an ungrateful creature deserves to be smashed with a plank, skinned, deboned, minced and fed to the dogs.

Only then my hatred will be satisfied.”

Aubree Groove lowered her gaze to her hands, the soft white palm with distinct lines crisscrossing.

“So it seems even the Buddha cannot save some people.”

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At nine thirty-five, Aubree Groove was assisted out of the television station.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand reached out and the doors sprung back open.

A man walked in.

He had a program crew’s work badge around his neck, and he was carrying a black plastic bag.

He kept his head low as he entered, then stood in the corner, engrossed in his phone.

Kelly squinted her eyes and pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

Aubree Groove leaned on Raquel Webb, her face flushed and delirious.

The elevator went straight down to the underground parking lot, rapidly changing from fifteen to negative one.

The elevator door opened, and the man walked out ahead of them, turning right and disappeared from sight.

Kelly clenched her fists, squeezing out the words between her teeth: “Watch her, I’m going to get the car.”

She glared at Aubree Groove before turning around and leaving.

The underground parking lot was cold and dark.

As Kelly’s footsteps faded, the motion sensor lights gradually brightened.

An unknown source of cold wind blew and Raquel Webb couldn’t help but shiver.

Suddenly, a car sped from afar.

At the same time, a man sprung from an angle, putting the black plastic bag over Aubree Groove’s head.

The car stopped just in front of Raquel Webb.

The car door swung open, and a pair of hands reached out from inside, together with the man, they dragged Aubree Groove into the car.

Raquel Webb screamed once she recovered, “Help…”

The man quickly turned around to cover her mouth, threatening sinisterly: “You’re asking for trouble.”