The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 961: 457 Bells_2 Chapter 961: 457 Bells_2 “My aunt and uncle went to the neighboring village to collect debts, Granny.

It’s so late already.

You should go to bed early,” Norman Capris said.

“That’s not right.

Your aunt told me that she would collect the debts tomorrow night, not tonight.

Tonight she was supposed to take me for a bath.

Why didn’t she keep her promise?” Old Granny asked.

“Well…” Norman was at a loss for words.

“She surely must have found a place to slack off.

Oh, she’s your aunt all right!” The old lady rolled her eyes and muttered as she turned and left for the kitchen.

In her hands were a flask of oil, a de-feathered chicken, and a few white radishes; it was clearly a struggle for her.

Norman stood on the second floor, narrowing his eyes and gripping the railing tightly.

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As she reached the kitchen door, with a “pop,” everything Granny was holding fell to the ground.

A shadow passed over Norman’s eyes.

“Ah!

My back can’t stand this.

I’ll clean it up tomorrow; I need to lie down in bed.” Granny griped, supporting her waist and heading back to her room.

Norman gave a cold laugh.

At least she had some wit about her.

As Granny closed her bedroom door, she covered her mouth with her hands, disbelieving tears began to stream down her face.

She scrambled for her phone, intending to alert the police.

She possessed the most antiquated cell phone designed for seniors.

Even ordinary calls were a hassle for her.

Squirming, she started fumbling with the keypad, pressing wrong numbers time and again.

Madon Linggo, hearing Norman leave, opened his eyes, staring right into Matilda Wilson’s astonished gaze.

Madon narrowed his eyes.

He turned his head, locking eyes with Peter Aria.

Madon froze.

“Dr.

Aria, are you alright?” Madon barely breathed out the question.

Peter shook his head.

Madon extended his right foot, giving it a light tap in the air.

There was a flash of silver from his shoe sole; it appeared to be hiding a blade.

Both Matilda and Clydie were dumbfounded by this revelation.

Norman had complete faith in his knock-out drug, thus only tying their hands, leaving the feet unrestrained.

Madon signaled for Peter to turn around while Peter glanced at the location of the door.

One could only see his hands working their mystery behind his back when they seemed to effortlessly break the ropes.

He then massaged his wrists while a shadow seemed to darken his gaze.

Madon was taken aback.

He had frankly forgotten that Dr.

Aria was no ordinary man.

Falling into one trap was enough, there wouldn’t be a second time.

Clydie’s cheeks flushed red.

The man was incredibly handsome.

Just as Peter was about to untie Madon’s ropes, Norman reappeared.

Observing Peter now lucid and having successfully untied himself, Norman immediately lunged at him.

Peter stood up.

He was tall with a chilling countenance.

Even the darkness of the night could not hide his lustrous, opulent appearance; he seemed untouched and divine as a deity.

His keen brows harbored midnight black eyes that resembled the darkest abyss, amassing the weight of an imminent storm.

The man swiftly kicked Parrish in the chest.

Parrish screamed and was instantly thrown back.

This kick was too cool.

Clydie was left stunned, her eyes wide open.

Even Matilda was stupefied.

It was a surge of masculine hormones.

Peter crouched down to untie Madon’s ropes.

Madon nudged Jimmy Lewis, who was in a daze, but quickly woke up.

“Boss.” The boy’s eyes were still blurry, unsure of his whereabouts.

“Dr.

Aria, I’m sorry.” Madon’s expression was one of regret.

As a police officer, being successfully kidnapped was a huge blow to his reputation.

“It was my negligence.

You have nothing to apologize for, Officer Linggo,” Peter replied indifferently.

“He must have used your phone to ransom those closest to you,” Madon reminded him.

Meanwhile, Norman was already on his feet, massaging his chest, and giving a malicious smirk as he brandished an object.

“Recognize this?”
Under the moonlight, the silver lock shone, its five little bells jingled.

At the sight of this, Peter’s expression darkened further, his gaze brewing with an enormous oncoming storm as his entire presence became chillingly sober.

“Give it back,” he demanded.

The sound of dainty footfalls emanated from the stairwell.

It was the Young Lady, her dark clothing making her nearly indistinguishable from the shadows of the night.

She raised her head.

The Room’s faint light shone through, illuminating the man at the door.

Norman’s grudge could be seen within his eyes as he wielded Alice’s silver lock.

“You find this very important, don’t you?

Let me guess.” A sense of self-satisfaction spread across his face.

“The woman named Fanny, she’s your beloved, isn’t she?

Isn’t this your love token?”
“Return it to me,” Peter commanded once again, inching ever closer to Norman.

“Oh, okay.