From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1534: 693 Full Moon Reunion_1 Chapter 1534: 693 Full Moon Reunion_1 In the middle of July, Pethkids was stiflingly hot.

It was midday, the hottest time of the day, and the air was filled with heat, capable of cooking an egg on the tarred road instantly.

As the largest dockyard in Pethkids, Blonu Pier saw many merchant ships unloading goods every day.

The dock workers were always busy, and the towering cranes, against the backdrop of the blue sky and white clouds, were indeed a spectacular sight.

However, today, Blonu Pier seemed unusually quiet, with no workers to be seen.

Instead, there were several sedans parked on the dockyard square, each of them costly.

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Anderson Spinter, a security guard at the dockyard, had holed up in a small room, carefully peering out through a window.

This here was the security guards’ round-the-clock workstation, situated on the top floor of a three-story tower on the shore, providing a comprehensive view of the entire dockyard.

Last night, the higher-ups suddenly sent a notice to halt work at the dockyard today, prohibiting all managers and workers from entering.

Anyone found violating the order would face strict consequences.

Anderson had had too much to drink last night and did not want to go home to be nagged by his wife.

Since he was scheduled for duty today anyway, he decided to sleep it off at the dockyard instead.

It was only when he woke up in the morning that he noticed the text message notification.

Ready to head out, it was already late, and several sedans had driven into the square.

Judging by the looks of it, it appeared that some highly influential individuals had arrived, which made Anderson even more reluctant to leave.

What could one possibly do at the dockyard?

Either receive goods or people.

Subconsciously, Anderson turned his head to look out another window towards the sea.

Under the azure sky, a massive sailboat gradually came into view on the distant horizon.

Anderson’s eyes bulged.

The sight reminded him of scenes from a famous pirate movie.

The huge sailboat slowly docked at the pier.

From the leading sedan, a tall slender man in a suit stepped out.

He had an impressive bearing and, even from a distance, Anderson could feel the strong aura emanating from him.

Anderson held his breath.

It was Agave Rinto.

Agave Rinto, the head of the Rintos, owned this dockyard among his many properties.

He was a tsunami in Pethkids, a man of considerable power.

The sensation sent chills down Anderson’s spine.

If Master McKay had personally come to the dockyard to receive someone, that person must be of some importance.

People alighted from the second and third sedan and nodded in greeting to Agave Rinto.

By this time, the gangway connecting the sailboat to the pier was set up.

Agave Rinto walked up to its entrance, looked up, and patiently waited.

Behind him, Finnian Moore held his breath in anticipation.

The truth was, even Finnian had no clue about the guest of honor Master McKay was there to receive.

Finnian guessed it must be Ms.

Aubree.

Only she could impel Master McKay to brave the sweltering heat and come down to the dockyard in person.

As Finnian was pondering, a silhouette emerged at the end of the gangway.

The sailboat was quite tall, and as Finnian looked up at the figure standing against the light, covered in a black cloak, the person’s features were indistinguishable.

Judging by the physique, it did indeed look like Ms.

Aubree.

Finnian was excited.

Ms.

Aubree had finally returned.

The individual slowly descended the stairs.

A sea breeze blew, lifting a corner of the cloak, revealing a length of a skirt embroidered with golden peonies.

In the sunlight, it glistened brilliantly, a sight to behold.

Finnian furrowed his brow.

Ms.

Aubree would never wear a dress as flashy and lavish as this one.

Behind this woman was a tall, handsome, cold-looking man carrying another man on his back.

The man being carried was unconscious, his face buried in the carrying man’s shoulder, rendering his features unseen.

When the woman in the black cloak set foot on the pier, she suddenly halted.

Agave Rinto stepped forward courteously and respectfully, “Madam has had a tiresome journey.

I have prepared a light meal and drinks to heed your arrival.”

Finnian was sure now.

She was not Ms.

Aubree, which only left him more bewildered.

The woman lifted her face, and in her soft, spring-like eyes glinted a transient sheen.

Finnian gasped, stunned into silence.

Agave Rinto had mentally prepared himself before coming, but upon seeing the woman’s face clearly, subtle ripples stirred within him.

He pursed his lips and, without giving anything away, lowered his gaze.

After 16 years of separation, setting foot again on this land stirred complex emotions in her.

It was here, 16 years ago on a chilly night of rain and snow, that she had embarked on a smugglers’ ship when she was cornered and desperate.

The images from that night felt as vivid as yesterday.

This land was the object of her dreams and affections, and now she had finally obtained her heart’s desire.

Nikita Parker smiled, radiating a tranquil aura, as if she was a seasoned traveler who had witnessed everything, her heart as resilient as a mountain.

“Mr.

Rinto has been too kind,” said the woman, her voice soft and gentle, like a refreshing breeze sweeping away the intense summer heat.