From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1589: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_9 Chapter 1589: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_9 The man across retorted with a cold huff, “I used to work at a multilevel marketing company, don’t worry how I know, just fork over the money and I won’t bother you again.”

Waylen Dankworth’s eyes displayed a hint of ruthless determination.

After ten minutes, Waylen Dankworth, with a baseball cap on and a dagger hidden in his sleeve, stepped out of the house.

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Charlotte Aria walked out of the alley, only to be stopped by a woman.

“Alexavier?” asked Charlotte Aria in surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

Alexavier replied with a gentle smile, “Ms.

Aria, the king has summoned you.”

Charlotte Aria’s eyes sparkled.

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Her foresight had indeed given her the upper hand.

Even though her plan had failed, the King of Royalty had seamlessly become her fallback plan.

She had not been away for long when the King of Royalty had urgently requested for her presence.

Since the Buddhist Woman route seemed unfeasible, she resolved to strategically plan for an alternative.

The Royalty Kingdom overflowed with wealth, and the King of Royalty had a pleasant demeanor.

Charlotte Aria held him in high regard.

Perhaps…

Charlotte Aria squinted her eyes as a plan started to formulate in her mind.

She flashed a dignified smile, “I appreciate the effort.”

As she got into the car, she failed to notice Alexavier sneering with cold mockery.

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Charlotte Aria was a bit annoyed and didn’t pay much attention to the scenery outside the window.

Only when she looked up again did she realize she was heading in the wrong direction.

Having grown up in this city, no one knew its streets better than her.

Charlotte Aria frowned, “This is not the way to the hotel.”

“Ms.

Aria need not worry, the king is simply trying to surprise you.”

Charlotte Aria’s eyes widened slightly as if she had realized something.

Her cheeks flush with a hint of shyness.

She had nothing left to lose at this point.

Only if her existence could grant wealth and nobility could she consider her life worth living.

Charlotte Aria composed herself, forcing away her worries.

After a long drive, Charlotte Aria realized they were heading up a mountain.

The quiet, deep mountain, under the cover of night, resembled a dormant beast.

The occasional strange sounds filled the night air.

For some reason, Charlotte Aria was filled with an inexplicable dread.

As if putting her at ease, Alexavier explained, “This mountain is one of the properties the king owns in Jimenez.

It usually lies unused, but now it seems it does serve a purpose.

What a lucky break for you, Ms.

Aria.”

Charlotte Aria was surprised to know that the King of Royalty also owned properties in Lostswa, an entire mountain, no less.

But then she remembered that the Royalty Kingdom was famously prosperous, which brought an even more genuine smile to her face.

To the impending event, Charlotte Aria felt both fear and exhilaration.

Soon, midway up the mountain, there appeared a villa, dimly lit amidst the depth of the night, emanating a creepy, chilling air.

The iron gate opened automatically and the car drove in.

As Charlotte Aria stepped down from the car, Alexavier watched her with a smile, “Please go in, Ms.

Aria.

Don’t keep the king waiting.”

Charlotte Aria straightened her dress, and ascended the stairs.

As she was about to push open the door, it suddenly split open of its own accord.

Charlotte Aria paused for a moment, a feeling of unease sweeping over her.

A frigid wind rushed towards her, bringing with it an age-old, decaying smell.

The rotting odor filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn.

Suppressing her discomfort, she inconspicuously touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist, comforting herself and making her way inside.

The living room was dark, and through the floor-to-ceiling window, the sparse, cold moonlight streamed in, casting a distorted, deep blue glow.

In the eerie light, she saw a dark figure sitting in the shadows.

The iron door steadily closed behind her.

Charlotte Aria was startled and took a moment to regain her composure, “Is it the King?” she asked instinctively.

Suddenly, she heard a chanting sound.

The sound grew louder and louder, weaving a large and impassable net, fast-approaching her.

The chanting sound seemed like countless sharp needles incessantly piercing her body from all directions, causing her to cry out in agony, clutching her head.

“Stop…

my head hurts…stop chanting….”

Instead of stopping, the chanting became faster.

Numerous echoes merged, forming a jarring and terrifying voice.

Charlotte Aria collapsed from the pain and curled up on the ground.

Her head felt like it was about to explode, and she gasped for air.

Struggling to her feet, she crawled towards the direction of the shadow.

“I beg you…please stop chanting….”

Even a fool would have known by now that the King of Royalty had no romantic inclinations towards her – only a conspiracy.

But she was not ready to accept this reality.

After tirelessly working so hard, she couldn’t accept a total loss, not to mention her own life.

What went wrong?

The chanting finally stopped, and she was finally able to catch her breath.

Her forehead was now slick with cold sweat, her back completely soaked through.

A large, cold hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The icy touch sent a chill down her spine.

Then a sharp blade sliced her wrist, and the overpowering smell of blood instantly filled the air.

Compared to the pain in her head, this wound was quite bearable.

“Why?

Why is this happening?” she screamed in despair.

Her desperate cries resonated across the lonely mountains.

“Enough, let’s make your last moments a bit easier.

Better to ensure you reincarnate knowledgeably, not as a lost spirit.”

The voice had a raspy quality – it was Evander Quillon.

“If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being a Buddhist Woman.

Your blood is the best holy medicine, perfect for crafting the Buddhist amulet that will grant the king immortality.”

The voice cruelly stated the fact.

Charlotte Aria froze in disbelief.

She had never imagined this reason behind all the ordeal.

She laughed and cried simultaneously, like a madwoman.

What a fool she had been!

She had cunningly led herself down with her clever scheming.

She cried out in desperation, “You got it all wrong!

I am not the Buddhist Woman!

The actual one is someone else.”

In the darkness, there was a chilling reply, “Do you think I will believe you?”

Charlotte Aria could hear the distinct sound of blood dripping, as if signifying the rapid ebbing of her life.

Her head felt increasingly lightheaded.

She looked at the ancient Buddhist beads encircling her bloodied wrist under the moonlight, now heavily stained with her own blood, seemingly mocking her.

Regret consumed her.

However, the will to live prompted her to scream, “The real Buddhist Woman is named Aubree Groove!

I am an imposter.

After you investigate thoroughly, you will understand.

My greed misled you.

Even the Buddhist beads, I stole them from Aubree Groove…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence as her words were choked out by an icy, rough hand clutching her neck.

The unfathomable eyes shone with an evil glint in the darkness.

Charlotte Aria was scared stiff, her heart racing wildly.

“Fool, how dare you deceive me!”

“Evander Quillon, it is me you are looking for.

Let her go!”

A high, ethereal voice pierced through the heavy iron door, shredding the bleak atmosphere, echoing through the spacious villa.

A shock ran down Evander Quillon’s spine as he looked up slowly.