From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1073: 497 Storm_2 Chapter 1073: 497 Storm_2 Marcellus Dankworth didn’t look at Vivian Hayes.

She had lost all novelty to him, his mind and eyes were filled entirely with the image of that chilly, righteous beauty.

He had come across many a beauty, but none were as lovely and abstinent, possessing such character and poise; surely one of a kind.

When it came to the things he desired, he would stop at nothing to own them, and Beauty was no exception.

A small family from Pethkids, the Rintos, were of no consequence to him.

In a flash, plans began to form in Marcellus Dankworth’s mind.

Aubree Groove did not leave the hospital.

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She needed to investigate who was responsible for Vivian Hayes’s surgery.

When Raquel Webb came back to report her request for surveillance footage was denied, it was what Aubree Groove had expected.

As it pertained to a medical dispute, the hospital would naturally not give up the surveillance footage easily.

An older couple rushed out of the elevator, just brushing past Aubree Groove, and immediately made their way to Marcellus Dankworth.

“Where is my daughter?

How is my daughter?”

It’s such a pity; the burden they carry is too great for folks their age.”

Marcellus Dankworth irritably wrenched his hand from Mrs.

Hayes’ grasp, “The child couldn’t be saved.

She’s in her room.

Go see her.”

Mrs.

Hayes covered her face and wept as Mr.

Hayes sighed deeply.

“Mr.

Dankworth, my daughter was carrying your child.

You can’t just abandon her.” Mrs.

Hayes pleaded.

Marcellus Dankworth didn’t feel like bickering with the old couple, so he plainly agreed, “Of course.

You should go see her.”

Anton Cook thought for a moment before saying, “Aubree, you should go rest.

Leave this matter to me.”

Aubree Groove glanced at him, “And how do you plan to handle it?”

Anton Cook lifted his brows, “It’s just Marcellus Dankworth.”

“A simple call to Mykel Dankworth would solve the issue.”

Aubree Groove calmly replied, “I have my own ways of resolution.

Let Mykel Dankworth enjoy his New Year.”

Anton Cook was surprised.

He hadn’t anticipated Aubree Groove guessing his intentions.

He laughed, “How do you plan to do it?”

Aubree Groove pressed her lips together, “It’s getting late.

You should return home.

On the first day of the New Year, you should be paying respects to your elders.”

Anton Cook raised an eyebrow, “Leave you here alone to face that Casanova?

I can’t do that.”

Aubree Groove didn’t bother responding to him any further and took the elevator downstairs.

The hospital was eerily cold and empty.

As she walked, she did not see a single soul, the only company being the distant streetlights and their accompanying shadows.

And the lonesome Cold Wind.

In the distance, a couple of lights shone through the night from the administrative building, like sparse stars in the night sky.

After leaving some instructions for Raquel Webb, Anton Cook left the hospital.

There wasn’t a single store open on New Year’s Eve.

Anton Cook drove a kilometer before finding a convenience store with its lights on.

He went inside, bought a couple of milk teas, and some self-heating vegetarian hot pot.

The cashier, leaning against the counter, dozed off as she rang him up, oblivious to the fact that the man standing in front of her was the superstar who had stirred up a frenzy during the recent Spring Festival Gala.

Anton Cook gave one of the milk teas and a hot pot to Harvey Chambers.

Harvey chuckled, “Sullivan is all grown up.

He’s becoming more and more considerate.”

Anton Cook gave a resigned smile, “Harvey, do you know who Marcellus Dankworth is?”

Harvey Chambers paused as he was inserting a straw.

As expected, there’s no such thing as a free meal.

He had seen Marcellus Dankworth rush into the hospital earlier, so he had a rough idea of what was going on.

“Dante Dankworth’s illegitimate son, he’s relied on the Dankworth name to intimidate others.

He’s already committed many evil deeds under their shelter, it’s a miracle he’s still around.”

Anton Cook nodded in understanding.

Dante Dankworth was Mykel Dankworth’s half-brother from the same father, and hardly considered significant within the Dankworths.

Still, being born into the Dankworth family was enough to ensure his head start.

The illegitimate child could rise in status easily by merely leaning on the Dankworth name.

“What kind of business is he in?”

Harvey Chambers laughed, “Sullivan, I know you want to play the hero and rescue a damsel in distress, but it’s best if you stay out of the Dankworth’s affairs.”

Anton Cook smirked coldly, “And what if I insist on interfering?”

Harvey straightened up, noting the seriousness in Anton’s voice and sighed, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just be a celebrity?”

It was then that Anton Cook realized that while being a celebrity had its glitz and glamour, it lacked any real power, leaving him unable to protect the ones he wanted to.

A hint of regret crossed his handsome youthful face.

Harvey patted his shoulder, “Your brother wouldn’t be pleased, but this time, I’ll side with your caprice.

We were all young once.”

Harvey showed understanding.

Anton lowered his lashes, his eyes unreadable.