The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 967: 459 Before_2 Chapter 967: 459 Before_2 Aubree Groove spread her palm: “Dr.

Aria, please give me the silver lock.”

Peter Aria was taken aback for a moment, frowning at her.

“I know a silversmith in town with good skills, I’ll ask him to help repair the silver lock.”

Peter Aria pursed his lips, placing the silver lock in her palm: “Thank you.”

Aubree Groove went back upstairs, the bell still nowhere to be found.

She turned on her phone’s flashlight, squatted on the floor and searched diligently.

Lidya Linggo sighed: “Miss is so gentle and careful.

She heard that Dr.

Aria was in trouble and hurried over without any hesitation.”

Peter Aria stood frozen for a moment.

From Pethkids to Four Seasons Town, even if driving at top speed would take two hours.

Yet, according to the timeline of the call logs, from the time Norman Capris called her to the time she arrived, it all totaled to just fifty minutes.

Unless she flew in by helicopter, it would be hard to reach such a speed by car.

Perhaps, in Aubree’s heart, he was somewhat different, that she was willing to rush over from miles away.

But Peter Aria couldn’t lie to himself; even for a stranger, Aubree would still hurry over without hesitation.

Her love was never just for one person.

Peter Aria gave a bitter smile, looking up at the girl kneeling on the floor, diligently searching for something.

Her back was slim and frail, yet it provided a sense of security.

The girl found the lost bell in a gap on the floor.

She opened a handkerchief, wrapped the bell and silver lock together, and placed them in her close-fitting pocket.

Aubree Groove came out of the room, and the light fell on her face making her look even more lovely and graceful.

At the railing on the second floor, lights from countless homes in the distance layered on top of each other, blending into the sprawling night, like scattered stars in the sky.

The night wind was chilling, brushing past their faces.

Peter Aria couldn’t help but rub his arms; the night was too cold, especially standing in the wind.

Two figures leisurely walked into the small courtyard.

Kelly Martinez stood downstairs and waved: “Dr.

Aria, good evening.”

Peter Aria frowned at Kelly Martinez downstairs.

A young man was following behind Kelly Martinez.

He clearly froze when he saw him.

“Uncle Aria?”

Peter Aria took a closer look before he dared to confirm: “Are you Anton Cook?”

Eliza Williams cleared his throat nervously: “Uncle, it’s me.”

“How come you’re here?”

How could Anton Cook dare to say that he had tailed her?

“I came to pick up some creative inspiration from the countryside and happened to meet Mr.

Brian who told me that Aubree Groove was here, so I came to say hello.”

Anton Cook did not blush or falter, he just didn’t dare to look at Aubree Groove.

“Ah yes, for inspiration.

Our Public figures’ employed job is a singer, am I right Anton Cook the Young Pop Idol?

How’s your progress with the music you’re creating for Flame?”

Eliza Williams coldly responded: “You will see when Flame is released next summer.”

Apparently, some conditions weren’t met, and our young pop idol was having a fit.

No worries, as an idol, having a temper is to be expected.

Peter Aria nodded: “Anton, when I was abroad, many young people were your fans.

Your influence overseas is not to be underestimated.

Your uncle is proud of you.”

Eliza Williams smiled slightly: “Uncle, I was preoccupied during your birthday and couldn’t attend.

Let me wish you a belated happy birthday now.”

Eliza Williams took off the guitar from his back: “Let me sing a song for you.

It’s a new song that I just composed.

You will be the first one to hear it.”

“I’m honored.”

Anton, leaning against the railing, bowed his head and stroked the strings of his guitar.

The melody was captivating, mingling with the night like intoxicating wine.

“You always say I’m clumsy, like a child.”

“I always say you’re pure, devoid of stories.”

“Listen to the rain, pit pat, never ceasing.”

“Look at the snow, falling freely, covering the worldly Earth.”

The Eliza of the past, his youthful voice marked his songs.

Now, his voice is more mature, with an especially low yet firm resonance, providing a most sturdy foundation for this song.

Following his profound and magnetic voice, it seemed like he was narrating a gentle and calm tale from ordinary times.

“In the sound of rain, there’s us, sheltering under the same eaves.”

“In the snowy land, we wish together to age with white hair.”

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