The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 879: 430 Warning_1 Chapter 879: 430 Warning_1 The restroom faces a rockery, on which water circulates.

The cascading waterfall, with its crash against the stones sounding like celestial music, feels grand and vast.

A wind gust approaches, lifting up the hem of the young lady’s white dress.

Aubree Groove is walking slowly around the pool, and a pair of black casual shoes appears in her line of sight.

Aubree smiles and lifts her head: “Dr.

Aria, I just saw Ms.

Aria.”

The excited expression on Peter Aria’s face suddenly stiffens, his brows knitted tightly.

Aubree turns around.

Peter Aria follows her gaze.

Vanessa Aria and a man come out, tugging each other along.

Vanessa seems oblivious to their surroundings, the man hurries to catch up, constantly calling her “Miss Aria”…

The pair heads south, concealed by the rockery, so Vanessa and her companion do not see Aubree and Peter Aria standing behind the rockery.

Peter Aria’s face suddenly darkens, reminiscent of a storm about to break, creating a strong oppressive atmosphere.

“So Ms.

Aria was also having dinner at the Oncoe Building.

If I had known, I would have joined her.

Aren’t you going to say hello, Dr.

Aria?”

Facing Aubree’s clear, smiling eyes, Peter Aria, who had a belly full of words, suddenly falls silent.

How could he open his mouth?

How could he expose the young lady before him to such a cruel past?

Peter Aria sighs quietly, and pats the top of her head lightly.

Without the caution and hesitation of the past, this time, he places his palm on her, very naturally, like a kind and loving elder.

Aubree is a bit shocked, lifting her eyes to look at the man in front of her.

The man smiles, a relieved and warm smile.

In those overly familiar eyes, there is complete trust and affection.

Her frozen heart, like meeting the scorching sun, melts a little.

The intense collision makes her subconsciously cover her heart, her eyebrows slightly furrowing, like a spell, easily stirs the heart of Peter Aria, causing gentle ripples.

His voice somewhat frantic, he asks: “Are you not feeling well?

Or is your wound hurting again?”

Aubree brushes his hand away without a hint of emotion, her expression indifferent: “I am fine.”

Peter Aria notices her aloof attitude, but doesn’t dwell on it, shaking his head with a smile: “You don’t eat on time.

If this goes on, your body can’t handle it.

Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

They haven’t walked far when a shrill scream comes from a woman, Peter Aria stops in his tracks, his face darkening.

Originally he didn’t want to interfere, but she is waving the Aria family banner outside, the reputation at stake belongs to the Arias.

Though Peter Aria’s expression may be cold, when facing Aubree, his tone is very gentle: “You go back and eat something first.

I have some matters to deal with, but I’ll be back soon.”

Aubree has no interest in others’ disputes or grudges, she doesn’t ask further and slowly turns to leave.

Only after Aubree’s back disappeared at the stairway does Peter Aria adjust his collar and cuffs, and turns to stride towards the source of the noise.

Kelly Martinez takes out her phone to quickly capture several photos.

Vanessa Aria’s embarrassing scene is completely captured by the camera.

“Madam Philbert, you’ve misunderstood.

Miss Powell, she’s not a home-wrecker…”.

Madam Philbert’s fat body is sitting on Vanessa Aria, making Vanessa Aria’s face turn red and she struggles to catch her breath.

“You little slut, relied on your face to seduce people, right?

Let’s see if I don’t tear that face of yours!” Madam Philbert completely ignores Kelly’s explanation, her sharp nails heading straight for Vanessa Aria’s face.

The crowd silently watches, no one dares to help Vanessa Aria.

Kelly seems anxious, but she can only stand by helplessly, unnoticed is the coldness in her eyes.

At the most critical moment, Vanessa Aria suddenly grabs Madam Philbert’s fat hand.

Madam Philbert’s arm is much fatter than Vanessa’s, she’s much stronger.

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In contrast, Vanessa’s delicate arm looks like an ant trying to shake a big tree – the other side could easily break it with a little force.

Just when everyone is mourning for Vanessa Aria, a soft “crack” sound rings out.

Madam Philbert, who’s sitting on Vanessa Aria, turns pale, and screams in pain.

Vanessa Aria’s eyes are cold and merciless, both her hands grabbing Madam Philbert’s left and right hands, exerting force on both simultaneously.

“Miss has never suffered such humiliation before.

You’re dead.”

Vanessa Aria’s tone is cold.