From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1064: 494 Ghost Gate_2 Chapter 1064: 494 Ghost Gate_2 Glancing at the woman still lying on the ground, he looked up with a question in his eyes.

His minion quickly responded, “She was with her.

I brought her back, just in case.

Why don’t we let the boys have some fun with her?”

The man impatiently waved his hand, “Go ahead, just don’t kill her.”

The minion, giddy with excitement, hoisted the woman from the floor, ready to leave; “I wish you a delightful time, Alexander.”

At that moment, the woman on the ground suddenly opened her eyes.

A momentary flash of brightness passed through her eyes, so dazzling it was hard to look directly at her.

“Beauty, you’re finally awake.” Alexander White smirked lustily, his gaze full of desire for the beauty in front of him.

She looked like a celestial being who had mistakenly descended to the mortal world while she was asleep, but when she opened her eyes, she was a divine woman high above the nine heavens, pure, noble, and unattainable.

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Just as he was about to touch the beauty’s face, she caught his wrist and gently twisted.

A crisp “snap” echoed in the room, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

A man’s blood-curdling scream rang out next.

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“Holy shit…” The guy who was carrying Raquel Webb nearly fell to his knees.

Raquel Webb, now coming to her senses, bit the man’s shoulder hard.

The man cried out in pain and let her go.

Raquel Webb rushed behind Aubree Groove, her body shivering uncontrollably, but she forced herself to maintain calm.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Aubree Groove shook her head slightly, raising her eyes.

The chilling gaze made the man’s knees buckle.

“You…

weren’t you drugged?

How are you okay?”

He was blind.

This was not a celestial being, but a witch.

He looked towards his henchmen and barked, “What are you standing around for?

Attack!”

A group of grown men couldn’t handle a little girl?

They had been wasting their years on the streets.

This would be a laughingstock if word got out.

The men gathered their senses and charged at Aubree Groove.

Aubree Groove, with a smile, reached out and grabbed the man’s throat.

The man started to sway, his breathing became more and more strained, his eyes rolled back into his head, until the sensation of suffocation enveloped him, like falling into a deep abyss.

Raquel Webb watched the scene, utterly shocked.

The girl in front of her was killing without a second’s thought, as if she was simply picking something up from a bag.

Was this the same Mistress she knew?

The Mistress who repays hatred with kindness, full of compassion, and who pities all beings?

This was horrifying.

The others, after witnessing this, didn’t dare to approach anymore.

But the shock that filled their hearts was no less.

The young girl was skinny, easily blown away by a gust of wind.

Her arm and wrist were as slender as a lotus root joint, yet, with a simple twist, it broke.

At this moment, they all deeply understood the phrase — appearances can be deceiving.

Those fingers, slender as lotus root joints, casually held back a man several times her size.

Just as the man was about to step through death’s door, Aubree Groove slowly let go of her hand.

With a ‘thud,’ the man fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Aubree Groove pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of her outer garment and meticulously wiped each finger.

The man was sprawled on the floor like a pile of mud, his body convulsing like a beached fish, struggling desperately.

Aubree Groove sat quietly, her eyes lowered.

To all those present, this scene appeared simultaneously magnificent and strange.

Raquel Webb couldn’t help but stomp him a few times, “You dare to harm our mistress, you must have the audacity to eat a bear’s heart and a leopard’s guts.”

The man suddenly extended his limbs, gasping for breath.

He slowly returned to regular breathing, but his body felt like it was drained of all strength, unable to get up anymore.

Unsatisfied, Raquel Webb gave him a few more kicks.

“Now we can talk about who’s behind you.” This voice, ethereal and gentle, certainly comparable to heavenly music.

However, to everyone present it was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.

“I’ll ask and you’ll answer.”

The man nodded frantically.

“What’s your name?”

” White…

Alexander White.” His voice was incredibly hoarse.

“Mistress.” A group of people rushed in, pinning everyone else down.

The leader quickly walked up to Aubree Groove, his head bowed in shame.

“Mistress, I’m sorry.

I arrived too late.

Are you okay?”

Aubree Groove gave him a faint glance, “Who are you?”

“My name is Steven.

I work for Master McKay.

He ordered us to protect you during your time in Lostswa.

But we failed, almost letting you get hurt.”

Looking at the scene before him, Steven was shocked.

Alexander White was lying on the ground like a dead dog; Mistress was calm and composed.

Nothing he had expected happened.

Instead, the situation had turned, leaving him astounded.