The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 962: 457 Bell_3 Chapter 962: 457 Bell_3 The moment Peter Aria stepped out of the door, Norman Capris sneered, knife in his right hand, and lunged swiftly towards Peter’s stomach.

“Die.” He growled.

“Ah…” Clydie, whose ropes had just been untied, covered her mouth and screamed.

Madon Linggo’s eyes darkened, “Dr.

Aria…”

Peter Aria narrowed his eyes, a cold smile spreading across his lips.

Suddenly, a slim, fair hand reached out, grabbing hold of Norman Capris’s wrist.

The dagger was just an inch away from Peter’s stomach.

Peter Aria was taken aback for a moment.

The hand was incredibly soft and beautifully delicate.

With a light twist, there was a crisp “click” sound as the dagger slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

The elegant, slender hand suddenly transformed into a small snake, coiling around Norman’s arm.

The hand clawed his shoulder and tugged sharply downwards…

Young lady spread her palm and the silver lock fell into it.

Norman Capris’s face instantly turned pale, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

The sudden surge of pain twisted his face into a grimace, leaving him no capacity to think about anything else.

Under the black coat in his sight, there was a section of silver lotus pattern, like moonlight spilling onto a lake.

Peter Aria was stunned by the sight of the young lady who suddenly appeared.

Her movements were as swift as lightning, her soft physique concealing her strength.

In the blink of an eye, she had subdued her opponent.

He opened his mouth in disbelief, his voice somewhat hoarse.

“Aubree?”

The young lady turned around and looked at him.

“Dr.

Aria, are you alright?”

Peter Aria shook his head, staring at her in shock.

“What are you doing here?”

Aubree raised her hand, dusting off his shoulder.

Her demeanor was too natural.

Peter Aria’s eyes flickered, his hand, hanging by his side, tightened slightly.

“The kidnapper called me, demanding a billion to ransom you.”

Peter Aria snorted and forcefully stomped on Norman Capris.

A refined gentleman forced to resort to violence.

“A billion, you really had the nerve to ask.”

A thought struck him, so Peter suddenly looked up, “You didn’t actually give it, did you?”

Aubree examined his face, her eyes softening, “As long as you’re okay.”

Peter Aria sighed, “I owe you one, again.”

Aubree shook her head with a smile, “Dr.

Aria, our relationship has long been complicated.”

The statement was ambiguous, easily lending itself to intimations.

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Something stirred in Peter Aria’s heart for a moment.

It was not affection, he was certain.

Was it their entangled destinies, or the path that lay ahead?

Peter Aria silently gazed at the young lady’s fair face under the moonlight as she opened her palm.

Her eyes were as clear and tender as if they had been washed by the moonlight.

“Dr.

Aria, take care of your important belongings.”

Aubree suddenly frowned, “One of the bells is missing.”

One of the five bells was indeed missing, leaving only four.

Madon Linggo walked up to them, “Ms.

Aubree.”

Nodding, he then cuffed Norman’s arms, “You little fiend, I almost capsized in your stinking ditch, behave yourself.”

Lidya Linggo, upon seeing Aubree, felt a surge of safety, “Miss, I’ve missed you.”

Aubree gently wiped away her tears with a smile, “Such a grown person, don’t cry.”

“Master Aubree Groove?

It really is Master Aubree Groove.” Matilda Wilson’s loud voice was piercingly sharp.

The next moment, Matilda pushed Lidya aside and ran towards them, shouting in disbelief: “Oh my god, it really is Master Aubree Groove, the Buddha has shown mercy!

She really came back!”

Aubree smiled softly, “Madam Capris, it’s been a while.”

Matilda burst into tears as she laughed, “Master Aubree Groove, it felt empty without you on Whitehead Mountain.

But you’ve returned home, returned to the wealthy family, which is indeed much better than suffering in the Buddhist Nunnery.”

She glanced from Aubree to Peter, a puzzled look in her eyes.

“You and this gentleman?”

“He is my friend.”

Matilda went “plop,” got down on her knees and started bowing before Aubree.

“Master Aubree Groove, my nephew lost his mind and dared to kidnap Mr.

Aria, his sin is unforgivable.”

She jumped at Norman Capris, assaulting him, “You disgraceful thing, what stupid thing you’ve done, quickly ask Mr.

Aria for forgiveness.”

Norman Capris’s arm ached so badly that it was dizzying as he knelt trembling on the ground, sweat streaming from his forehead despite the winter chill.

Aubree simply watched, “That’ll be enough, if you won’t bother teaching him, then let the law do it.”

Matilda paused, with all her following words lodged in her throat.

“Sergeant Linggo, I’ll leave the rest to you.” Aubree turned to Madon Linggo.

“Rest assured, Ms.