The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 1007: 472 Provocation_3 Chapter 1007: 472 Provocation_3 Secretary Baker’s pupils slightly constricted, and without changing his demeanor, he said, “Miss, mind your words.

I am just a secretary, and the Madam is of high social status.

How can a candle in the wind compete with the sun and the moon?”

Vanessa Aria snorted, “Can’t even take a joke.”

“I’ll take you to the airport.” Secretary Baker got into the passenger seat and ordered the driver to start the car.

However, at the airport, Vanessa Aria said she needed to go to the restroom.

Secretary Baker waited for a long time with no one coming out.

When he finally walked in, the restroom was already empty.

She had run off.

Secretary Baker reported the incident to Matthew Aria, who was extremely bothered, “Just forget it, don’t mind her.

She won’t cause any trouble.

You come back, that Joy can’t even deliver papers correctly.”

Putting aside his doubts, Secretary Baker responded, “I will return immediately.”

After hanging up, Matthew Aria thought for a moment and made another call to Peter Aria.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he jumped directly to the point and said, “Courtesy of you, Vanessa is out now.

No matter how cold-blooded you are, you can’t ignore your own sister.

If Vanessa gets hurt, it will break our mother’s heart.

She is currently in Pethkids.

Take care of her and make sure she stays safe, or don’t bother coming back.”

As soon as he finished, he hung up.

Peter Aria had already learned from Madon Linggo that Vanessa Aria had been released from custody, so he was not surprised by Matthew Aria’s words.

“I will personally keep an eye on her and prevent any mishaps, Dr.

Aria, don’t worry.” Madon Linggo said on the phone.

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The so-called mishap, not afraid of Vanessa Aria messing up, but afraid of others messing up.

When she beat up Mrs.

Chou, she didn’t look like a novice.

Combined with Peter Aria’s attitude, Ms.

Aria’s identity was not as simple as it seemed.

After hanging up the phone, Madon Linggo saw a woman coming out of the airport exit and getting on a taxi.

Madon Linggo started his car and followed the taxi, maintaining a safe distance at all times.

The woman first went to a beauty salon; then she came out, her face glowing; then she went shopping.

She put on a sexy red skirt and had the rest of the stuff delivered back to the hotel by the clerk.

Then she came to a café, chose a discreet spot, and waited while sipping her coffee.

“Sorry, Vanessa, I am late.

My aunt has been watching me a lot lately.

I just barely sneaked out.”

He looked up and down at the woman in front of him, concern in his eyes, “Are you okay?

Have you been wronged in there?

If anyone bullies you, tell me, and I will avenge you.” he said, shaking his fist.

Vanessa Aria looked down on him but said, “Great, go avenge me, kill Chou and Zurich Brian for me.”

Jameson was taken aback.

Noticing that she was serious, he couldn’t help but say, “We live in a lawful society.

How can we kill people?”

Vanessa Aria twisted her lips, “Chicken out?”

Jameson awkwardly fidgeted, “Of course not.”

Vanessa Aria swung up her long leg, “Don’t worry, I don’t need you to kill anyone, just need you to do me a small favor.

You can’t refuse, right?”

Jameson already blamed himself for not being able to help her.

Hearing her speak like this, he immediately agreed.

After Jameson left, Vanessa Aria sat for a while, had a cup of coffee.

After some time, she left.

As she stepped out of the café, it gradually grew dark.

The neon lights of the city brightened up, marking the beginning of the night life.

She came to an almost deserted place, Vanessa Aria leaned against a wall, pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and placed it on the corner of her mouth.

The flaming lighter brightened up her seductive eyes.

Two sleazy-looking men wiggled their switchblades, eyeing her up and down, greed flashing in their eyes.

“Lucky day today, babe, either pay up or play with us.

Choose.”

She slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, her fingertips inviting, her gaze enchanting.

The two men took this as a teasing signal, oblivious to the imminent danger, and approached with a rub of their hands.

Just as the man’s hand was about to touch her face, her eyes became cold, and she swiftly grabbed his wrist and twisted it forcefully.

A light “snap” echoed as the man’s face turned pale and he let out a piercing shrik.

The next moment, her high-heeled shoe kicked the other man who was trying to run away.

He tumbled clumsily under her shoes.

“When I was killing people, you guys were probably still playing with mud.” She took a puff from her cigarette, and under her thick eyeliner, her gaze was bloodthirsty.

The two men looked up in shock, realizing they messed with the wrong person, and shivered in fear.

The woman smiled and picked up the knife from the ground.

The tip of the knife lightly ran over their faces, and the sudden coldness in her eyes caused the knife to slice down hard.

Skin split, flesh tearing apart, blood flowing freely.