The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 887: 432 Worry_3 Chapter 887: 432 Worry_3 The appearance of this individual was merely an interlude, having no bearing on the outcome.

“Gabriella Linggo’s hometown is Pethkids, she also has a twin sister in Pethkids.”

Peter Aria suddenly looked up: “Lidya Linggo.”

Madon Linggo sipped his coffee: “You indeed have investigated up to this point.”

The distant setting sun cast a golden light.

The peace doves in the square fluttered their wings and flew towards the horizon, leaving behind them only black silhouettes.

Peter Aria furrowed his brows tightly: “Thirteen years ago on the evening of November 22, Gabriella Linggo took Fanny to Lidya Linggo’s home, but they were rejected.

After that evening, nothing more was heard from Fanny.”

“Does Dr.

Aria recall Madam Frost’s assistant named Belen Philbert?”

Peter Aria nodded: “I know.”

“She is Madam Frost’s confidante.

If we want to find the whereabouts of Ms.

Parker and Gabriella Linggo, she is the only breakthrough point.

But that night on the Doublefront Bridge, Belen Philbert escaped by jumping into the river, and she has not been found since.”

Peter Aria clenched his fist, “She must still be in Pethkids.”

Madon Linggo said: “Indeed, Belen Philbert’s only relatives are her older brother and niece.

Interestingly, her brother is hospitalized in Pethkids Hospital.

As it turns out, Dr.

Aria, you are her brother’s lifesaver.”

Peter Aria finally remembered: “So it was her.”

At the time, he just felt that Belen Philbert looked familiar, but he had no idea that it was her, the sister of his patient, Tommi Grant.

“Belen Philbert has a very deep bond with her brother.

This is the only way we can draw her out at the moment.”

The serious expression on Peter Aria’s face showed that he was deep in thought.

Madon Linggo sighed: “With a benevolent heart, I know Dr.

Aria, you are a very kind person, unwilling to harm the innocent.

However, extreme times call for extreme measures.

I assure you that no innocents will be harmed.”

After a long while, Peter Aria nodded: “I will cooperate fully with Sergeant Linggo.”

He was unwilling to harm the innocent, but wasn’t Fanny also innocent?

Madon Linggo received a call and was about to leave when Peter Aria suddenly called out to him: “Sergeant Linggo.”

Madon Linggo looked at him: “What else does Dr.

Aria want?”

Peter Aria pursed his lips: “Does Sergeant Linggo remember Marshella Yates?”

Madon Linggo’s eyes flickered slightly.

Containing his emotions, he laughed slightly: “The Marshella Yates who killed Pindo Rinto?

How come, Dr.

Aria, you’re interested in her?”

Recently, three young people were inquiring about Marshella Yates’s past through various channels, and this woman, who had been dead for over a dozen years, appeared again and again in other people’s mouths.

It was becoming increasingly interesting.

Madon Linggo put away his mobile phone and sat back down.

“Dr.

Aria is a person whom Mr.

Lewis trusts.

Since you want to know certain things, I won’t keep them from you.

Back then, she was selected by Virginia Frost to go undercover and in the end she killed Pindo Rinto.

I suppose Dr.

Aria already knows this information.”

Peter Aria’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

“How did she die?”

Madon Linggo thought for a moment and said, “She was shot more than twenty times, died very hideously.”

Saying this, it seems Aurora Brun and Ms.

Parker share a similar fate; both had their lives ruined by Virginia Frost.

It’s unlikely that Peter Aria would ask about her out of the blue.

What exactly is the relationship between him and Aurora Brun?

Could Aurora Brun’s disappearance be related to Nikita Parker’s?

Madon Linggo furrowed his brows in thought.

There must be some details he hadn’t noticed.

It seemed that when he returned, he would have to conduct a thorough investigation.

After Madon Linggo left, Peter Aria sat alone for a long time.

Until the night enveloped everything, and the moon hung from the treetops.

The coffee shop was extraordinarily quiet, with the gentle stream of piano music slowly flowing.

The phrase, “Received over twenty shots, died very hideously,” echoed ceaselessly in Peter Aria’s mind.

The sudden surge of heartache made his face as white as a sheet; he was like a man drowning, unable to breathe.

The scene from thirteen years ago reappeared before him.

He clasped his hands over his chest, his head knocking against the table.

The continuous torment of his memories and the dual pain of the body, it was as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, sinking eternally in despair and pain.

The waiter noticed his unusual behavior and quickly came over to ask, “Sir?

Are you alright?

Do you want me to call an ambulance?”

The gentleman seemed to be having a sudden heart attack.

It was truly frightening.

Those slender and refined fingers, the knuckles protruding and veins bulging as if enduring immense pain.

The waiter dialed the emergency number with trembling fingers: “Hello, is this 110?”

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“Miss, what’s wrong?” Through the rearview mirror, Dallyn saw Aubree Groove suddenly clutch her chest, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, a look of pain on her face.

The car had just left Magior and merged into the traffic flow.