From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1535: 693 Full Moon Reunion_2 Chapter 1535: 693 Full Moon Reunion_2 “It’s my honor.”

Agave Rinto escorted the three of them to the recreational vehicle, which did not leave immediately.

The window was half lowered, as Nikita Parker watched indifferently in the direction of the gangplank.

Soon, a young man came down from the gangplank.

His face was pale, his eyebrows frowned tightly, and he had a gloomy expression.

Mr.

Philbert, who was waiting nearby, rushed excitedly toward the man as soon as he saw him: “Young Master, you’ve finally returned.”

Anton Cook only weakly lifted his eyelids and gave a languid “Hmm” in response.

“Young Master, I know you’ve always suffered from seasickness, so these past few days must have been hard for you.

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Sir was very worried about you, so he sent me to pick you up.

The hotel is ready.

Let’s go back and take a good rest.

When you’ve regained your energy, I’ll accompany you back to Lostswa.”

Young Master has been suffering from seasickness since childhood.

Given his pale complexion, clearly, he had gone through a lot.

Mr.

Philbert turned to the young man standing at the side of Anton Cook, nodded, and greeted, “You’ve had a rough journey too, Mr.

Martinez.”

Kelly Martinez raised an eyebrow and said, “Not at all.

But your young master must have suffered a lot.

Take him back and let him recover.

I’ve completed the task for this trip.

Please pass on my message to your master that we’ll meet again in the future.”

After finishing his words, he walked straight towards Agave Rinto.

Anton Cook looked at Nikita Parker, who was also looking this way.

Their eyes met in mid-air and Nikita Parker nodded with a smile.

Anton Cook’s lips were dry and cracked.

He returned a courteous nod and left with Mr.

Philbert.

As soon as he got in the car, Anton Cook quickly left the dock without lingering.

Then came Randa and Aspen, who had been dreadfully seasick.

It was Randa’s first visit to Jimenez.

Although she was aware that the people who came to meet them were reliable – friends of Aubree Groove – she remained cautious, stuttering a greeting in Mandarin to Agave Rinto.

Agave Rinto responded indifferently, arranging a car for both of them to leave.

Looking noticeably unwell, Alora Hart was helped down the ramp by Loretta.

Soon, a man in a police uniform stepped forward, pulling out his badge.

“Alora Hart, you are suspected of multiple crimes.

You are now under arrest.”

A cold pair of handcuffs was clasped onto Alora Hart’s slender wrists with an effortlessness that made them seem virtually escapable.

Loretta stepped back, her gaze complex as she looked at the pitiful Alora Hart.

Alora Hart’s pale lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

She suddenly looked towards Loretta: “Sister, I … I want to see dad.

Please, let me see him one more time, will you?”

Seeing the sincere longing in the young girl’s eyes, Loretta hesitated for a moment before at last, nodding.

With tears streaming down her face, Alora Hart was taken away by the police.

What awaited her now was the judgment of the law.

Virginia Frost, accompanied by Nicholas Drake, descended the ramp next.

Spotting her face, Finnian Moore instinctively gripped the gun at his waist.

This woman bore an irreconcilable hatred towards The Rintos.

Agave Rinto’s eyes squinted slightly, regarding her with coldness.

Picking up Virginia Frost was Madon Linggo—but, more truthfully, arresting her.

Despite her past prestigious status, Madon Linggo afforded her a measure of dignity, opting not to handcuff her in front of everyone.

The crimes she’d committed were far graver compared to Alora Hart’s.

Her sentencing would be stricter, something mundane people wouldn’t get to know.

Virginia Frost looked in the direction of Nikita Parker, their gazes collided in mid-air.

After a long while, a sigh echoed into the sky, carried away by the sea breeze.

Whether it was regret or guilt, all of it was now meaningless.

The harms done in this life couldn’t be undone.

The only hope now was for the rest of your life to proceed peacefully.

Virginia Frost averted her gaze and left with Madon Linggo.

Nikita Parker closed the car window and instructed the driver with a calm expression, “Let’s go.”

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As night fell, stars filled the sky.

Peace and tranquility reigned over The Rintos’ Manor.

In the northwest corner of the manor, near the lake, stood a two-story villa.

In the quiet night, it sat peacefully, isolated, wanting nothing more than to be left alone.

The manor housed many detached villas like this one.

Rumor has it that this one had been carefully built by Pindo Rinto for his wife.

The house was surrounded by flower gardens.

But after Pindo Rinto’s wife was tragically killed, the villa was sealed off under Pindo Rinto’s orders, becoming an off-limits area for everyone.

However, Pindo Rinto would send people to care for the villa meticulously.

After all these years, the furniture inside remained sparkling clean, and the flowers in front of the house stayed vibrant and cheerful.

Now, as Pindo Rinto had been dead for many years, none of the earlier taboo still held.

Agave Rinto had the servants clean the villa and prepared it for Nikita Parker.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, the man in the bed suddenly woke up.

When he sat up, he found himself soaked in cold sweat.

He looked around in confusion, frightened by the unfamiliar environment.

The light overhead radiated a dim halo, the bugs outside the window were chirping restlessly, the stars were shining brilliantly.

The sounds of running water came from the bathroom, falling into Peter Aria’s ears, They felt distant and unreal.

He shook his head, experiencing an even more surreal sensation.

He remembered being unconscious for a long time, and then he seemed to have been taken onto a boat.

The feeling of swaying on the sea, even in his unconscious state, was deeply felt.

In his dreams, someone was touching his face, whispering many things softly.

Blurry faces, blurry voices…

Peter Aria’s heart was beating faster and faster, his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He lifted his covers and got out of bed, the instant he landed, his body lost control and leaned to one side.

He hurriedly held onto the wall to steady himself.

Slowly, step by step, he walked towards the bathroom.

The sound of the water was becoming clearer, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

A misted figure hazily appeared on the frosted glass of the bathroom door, allure incarnate.

Dark hair, fair skin, curvaceous, an extraordinary beauty.

This kind of night, this kind of scene, could inflame the blood of any man.

“Aria, do you know what supported me all these years?”

“Do you know how happy I was when I found out you never stopped looking for me?”

“Aria, I miss you so much…”

…

In the dream, thousands of words coalesced into the woman’s gentle and passionate phrase.

Aria, I miss you.

In this world, only one person would call him this way.

The bathroom door opened, and a woman in a bathrobe walked out.

Seeing him standing at the door of the bathroom, the woman raised her eyebrows and smiled, “You’re awake.”

Such a casual phrase, “you’re awake”, was just a common greeting as if they had been living together for many years.

Peter Aria swallowed, staring intently at the face he longed for day and night.

The woman took a step forward, slightly tilted her head, a playful glint flashing in her stunning eyes.

“What, don’t you recognize me?”

She was barely finished when she was wrapped in his strong grip and his intense masculine scent enveloped her tightly, leaving no room for air.

It was a passionate kiss, many years delayed but instantly ignited both of them like a raging fire.

If this is a dream, he would be willing to be lost in it forever.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the stars were glittering, and a full moon hung high in the night sky.

The soft moonlight quietly sprinkled down, bestowing blessings on this reunited couple.

Under the full moon, the people were reunited.

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The first rays of the dawn shone down, the chirping of sparrows embellished the morning.

Peter Aria stared at the ceiling, still feeling as if he was in a dream.

The intense scenes from last night invaded his mind.

Even though they happened a while ago, they still made his heart throb.

Peter Aria subconsciously glanced beside him, his expression became gloomy.

It was a dream, wasn’t it?

At that moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, soft and composed.

Peter Aria suddenly raised his head, looking towards the door.

The door opened, a fragrant wind blew in, fresh like grass after summer rain, cold like melting snow in winter.

Her graceful figure, fair skin, becoming clearer and clearer from the momentary flashes.

Across sixteen years, he saw the face he longed for day and night.

Time was the cruelest, but she was still as beautiful as the first time he saw her, her frowns, her smiles, all looked incredibly beautiful.