From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1582: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_2 Chapter 1582: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_2 How is that possible?

Madam Martinez immediately drove away the whimsical thoughts in her mind, a sneer creasing her lips.

A worthless outcast dares to covet a noble position, it’s only right that her pretentious mask be torn away today.

“This is your granddaughter, isn’t it, sister-in-law?

I’d heard rumours and now meeting her today, reminds me of your youthful charm.

The ladies of Lostwa, who had your grace or your fortune?”

Having to spend your life as a widow, losing a daughter at a relatively young age, your son in his forties marrying a lowly actress as his wife, and your beloved granddaughter being an impostor, how could life be any good?

The more Madam Martinez thought about it, the more she wanted to laugh.

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And then she did indeed laugh out loud.

Even if Madam Aria were blind, she was well aware of her sarcasm.

“Unlike Madam Martinez, whose son and daughter-in-law left her early on, leaving you with a fake granddaughter.” Madam Aria was also good at sarcastic retorts.

The face of Madam Martinez turned green in an instant.

Why did she immerse herself in Buddhism?

When her granddaughter was just one year old, her son and daughter-in-law were killed in a car accident.

That was her only son.

The pain was unbearable at first, so she could only seek tranquillity in Buddhism.

Soon, Madam Martinez began to laugh, “Sister, I didn’t come here today to quarrel with you.

There’s a good show to watch today.

I hope that by the end, you’ll still have the energy to quarrel with me.”

Falling silent, her gaze accidentally or intentionally landed on Aubree Groove.

A chill ran through Madam Aria’s heart.

Gabriella Martinez was clearly taking pleasure in watching Aubree’s face change.

“Namaste, sorry I am late.” An even, calm voice sounded from outside the door.

Followed by Master Kurong, draped in a brown monk robe, making his entrance.

Behind him followed his apprentice, Oliver Williams.

Madam Martinez’s face lit up at his arrival and eagerly stepped forward with her hands prayerfully folded.

“Master Kurong, what brought you here today?”

Aubree Groove helped Madam Aria stand up from her seat.

Madam Aria folded her hands in acknowledgment and greeted the old master, “Master Kurong.”

“Madam Aria, due to your eye disease please be seated.”

Master Kurong turned a gentle gaze towards Aubree, who responded by lifting her eyes to meet his.

Oliver Williams explained, “Today we received an invitation in the name of Junior Aubree inviting Master to come to the Arias for important matters.”

Aubree shook her head, “It wasn’t me.”

Of course, Madam Martinez knew who it was, but she wasn’t going to say it.

She turned and glared at Aubree, “Just because you say it wasn’t you doesn’t make it so?

Master Kurong is a highly esteemed monk who should not be summoned at your whim.”

But why did Oliver Williams call Aubree, Junior?

Madam Martinez was somewhat puzzled.

“No matter.” Master Kurong smiled amiably, “Who actually sent the invitation is not important, we are all here tonight due to fate.”

“Master, your state of mind is something we can never hope to match.” Madam Martinez praised.

Her gaze now turned to Aubree, “And you, you lied so easily.

Master Kurong may not hold it against you, but shouldn’t you apologize to him?”

“Shut up.

If my Aubree says it wasn’t her, then it wasn’t her.

Who do you think you are giving orders here?

This isn’t the Martinez’s place; it’s the Arias.” Madam Aria barked back.

“My sister-in-law is already upset, I advise you not to invest too much emotion in it, so you won’t regret it in future.”

“You…someone…”

“Grandmother.” A distant voice followed by which a young lady walked in with a smile, “Have you been well recently?”

Jessie Hayley furrowed her eyebrows: “Charlotte Aria?”

Madam Aria held a string of Buddhist beads her hand, responding coldly, “What are you here for?”

The corners of Charlotte Aria’s lips upturned into a smile, her gaze naturally fell on Aubree Groove standing to the side.

“Of course I am here for my grandmother, to stop you from being continually deceived.”

The hand of Madam Aria holding the Buddhist beads paused, her unfocused eyes plunged into infinite depth.

“Oh?

Deceived?”

Jessie Hayley quietly slipped next to Aubree, tugged at her sleeve, and whispered, “Cousin, I’m kind of scared….”

She wasn’t scared at all, all she wanted to do was to make an excuse to act cute next time.

Her cousin’s scent was so soothing, and it felt extremely comfortable being around her.

Aubree looked down at her, her eyes filled with tenderness, and gently touched her head.

“Don’t be afraid.”

At this moment, Charlotte Aria pointed to Aubree, “That’s her, your most loved granddaughter.

She’s a fake, she’s deceived you, she’s deceived every one of us, she doesn’t have a single drop of the Arias bloodline in her.”

Charlotte’s words, each one clear and resounding like a loud bell.