The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 963: 458 Refusal_1 Chapter 963: 458 Refusal_1 “Clydie, what are you standing there for?

Hurry up and help Master Aubree Groove find something.” Matilda Wilson, seeing Clydie standing there motionless as if stupefied, couldn’t help but remind her.

Clydie curled up in the corner, her body trembling uncontrollably.

When Matilda Wilson called for Master Aubree Groove, Clydie’s mind went blank.

In Four Seasons Town, who else could cause Matilda Wilson to react so passionately besides Master Aubree Groove?

Tears welled up in Clydie’s eyes, wondering why she was so unlucky.

Matilda Wilson walked over and twisted Clydie’s ear, “Are you deaf or mute, can’t you speak when you see Master Aubree Groove?”

She was considering finding an escape route for Clydie, surely Master Aubree Groove needed someone by his side.

Being with Master Aubree Groove was certainly better than washing dishes in the countryside.

This was a spur-of-the-moment idea by Matilda Wilson.

Clydie tried to shrink back, but Matilda Wilson didn’t give her that chance.

She forced Clydie to come in front of Aubree Groove.

“This is my niece, she’s quite shy.”

Clydie’s head was almost buried in her chest.

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“Lift your head, girl.

There are countless people who wish to see Master Aubree Groove but can’t.”

Aubree Groove glanced at Clydie, then refocused on the object he was looking for on the ground.

Lidya Linggo shot a glance at Clydie and scoffed, “I think she’s just ashamed.”

Clydie startled at Lidya Linggo’s words, only to see Lidya Linggo’s relentlessly mocking gaze in return.

Clydie resembled a frightened quail, her eyes filling with tears.

“We’re old acquaintances, aren’t we Clydie?”

“I…I do not know you,” Clydie denied, shaking her head like a rattle drum.

“You may not recognize me, but I certainly recognize you.”

With a shocked expression, Matilda Wilson’s gaze moved between Clydie and Lidya Linggo, “You two…

know each other?”

“It’s not just an acquaintance; she and our miss have quite the history,” Lidya Linggo sarcastically said.

The ‘miss’ she referred to was Master Aubree Groove, Matilda Wilson wasn’t foolish, this woman was likely one of Master Aubree Groove’s people.

“Lidya.” Master Aubree Groove interjected.

“Help me find the bell.”

Grinding her teeth, Lidya said, “Miss is generous and doesn’t care about your actions, but I’ll remember this.”

JJimmy Lewis, puffing and panting, rushed over, “Dr.

Aria, your wallet and phone, please check if anything valuable is missing?”

Peter Aria took them, “Thank you.”

“And your coat.” Jimmy Lewis handed over the black coat he had been carrying on his arm to Peter Aria.

Peter Aria frowned slightly, looking somewhat desolate, “Just throw it.”

Jimmy Lewis hesitated, “It’s pretty cold, Dr.

Aria.

Don’t catch a cold, you’d better put it on.”

The garment was quite expensive, to toss it out without a second thought, was typical of a rich man’s actions.

Peter Aria didn’t take it, saying calmly, “Throw it away.”

His tone left no room for doubt.

Bending down, he turned on the flashlight feature on his phone and began searching the ground.

JJimmy Lewis scratched his head, “Alright.”

Then, he hurriedly went down the stairs.

Downstairs, Madon Linggo entered the kitchen and found a man lying on the floor.

He quickly went over and checked the man’s pulse, relieved to find he was still breathing.

JJimmy Lewis stood in the courtyard, watching Norman Capris.

Madon Linggo went out and instructed Jimmy Lewis, “Take this man to the nearest hospital, and contact the local police….”

Crimes in Four Seasons Town are firstly dealt with by the local judicial system, but given the circumstances, it likely also involved some groups in Pethkids.

After Jimmy Lewis left, Madon Linggo led Norman Capris out of his room with a sneer, “Who would have thought, you were even involved with the Green Dragon Association.”

In his hands was a badge.

Norman Capris hung his head low.

Madon Linggo flipped through his phone contacts and dialed a number.

The person on the other end quickly answered, “Hello, Finnian, I’m ready.

Where should I pick up the money?”

“You should go to jail.” A low, magnetic voice sounded from the phone.

The young man was taken aback; this was not Finnian’s voice.

When he realized something was off and started to run, the sudden blare of a siren blocked off the alley he was in, leaving no room to escape.

With a bag full of money in his arms, the young man’s heart sank into a pit of despair in the darkness.

“Let me guess, you were planning to use the money to escape, right?

Ah, you were probably going to take a boat, the safest and most convenient way.

You’ve been in the Green Dragon Association, they make their most money from casinos and shipping.

Sneaking several people onboard shouldn’t be a problem,” said Madon Linggo.