The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 991: 467 Commoner_2 Chapter 991: 467 Commoner_2 “Long time no see.”

Kelly Martinez’s mouth dropped open in shock.

What had happened while she was unaware?

Aubree Groove nodded: “Thank you for making the trip.”

The man’s voice was soft: “It’s a small matter, not worth mentioning.”

“Wait, when did you two meet?” Kelly Martinez stood between them, looking from one to the other.

Aubree Groove turned: “Last time at the Bridoria River, it was this gentleman who saved me.”

The man stepped inside the nunnery, bypassing Kelly Martinez.

He examined everything in the nunnery without a word, “Master grew up in such an environment, her faith is firm, I admire it.”

Aubree Groove said dismissively: “Your praise is undeserved, sir.”

The man raised his eyebrows and stroked his chin: “Master has sharp eyes.

How did you recognize me?

Please enlighten me, Master.”

“Next time you disguise yourself, sir, please cover up the Dragon’s Breath fragrance on you.”

The man was taken aback, shook his head and laughed: “I see.”

Kelly Martinez’s eyes moved strangely between the two, what Dragon’s Breath fragrance, one dared to say, the other dared to listen.

Several people were taken aback when they saw the man who had just arrived.

All the people seated were sharp-minded.

Especially Madon Linggo, he could tell at a glance that the man was extraordinary, certainly not an ordinary person.

“Where does this gentleman come from?

It’s not to pray to Buddha at this time, is it?” Madon Linggo asked tentatively.

Kelly Martinez shook the bag in her hand: “Matilda Wilson sent him to deliver supplies to us.

Matilda Wilson is really reliable.”

Kelly Martinez opened the bag, which contained steamed buns, self-heating hot pots and self-heating rice, along with cotton blankets for warmth.

Kelly Martinez distributed a box of hot pot to everyone, “What a fate that we all gathered here in this old temple deep in the mountains to have a hot pot.

Let’s take a group picture.”

Kelly Martinez took out her phone, and before anyone could react, swiftly took a selfie.

Kelly Martinez clicked her tongue, they’re all big names, if this picture were to leak, it would surely cause a sensation on the internet.

Anton Cook sneered: “Mr.

Brian, how many embarrassing photos of me do you have on your phone?”

Kelly Martinez stroked her chin: “I could feed all the artists in my company by selling your embarrassing photos, are you sure you don’t want to join my company?

I promise you a welcome surprise.”

Anton Cook forced a smile: “I appreciate Mr.

Brian’s kindness.”

Kelly Martinez sighed: “One day, you’ll regret it.”

The fragrance of the self-heating hot pot filled the room as Kelly Martinez handed one to Aubree Groove: “You only ate a little sweet potato, your stomach can’t take it.

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Eat some hot pot, all are vegetarian, it won’t break your religious discipline.”

Aubree Groove shook her head, “You all eat, I will prepare some medicine.”

She got up and left the kitchen after saying her piece.

When Aubree Groove left, the atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became strangely quiet.

In the past, Anton Cook wouldn’t even give self-heating hot pot a second glance, but under the current harsh conditions with the cold weather, being able to eat a self-heating hotpot was already a treat.

He had nothing to complain about.

As he was eating, he heard Madon Linggo’s voice, “I find the gentleman somewhat familiar, I wonder if we have met somewhere before?”

The man sat on a wooden stool, showing a noble demeanor even in the cramped kitchen.

At Madon Linggo’s words, a fleeting shadow crossed his eyes.

He looked up slowly and said, “You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

“Is that so?

The gentleman has extraordinary demeanor, may I know how I should address you?”

“Please, call me Mr.

Moore.”

“Is Mr.

Moore a resident of Four Season Town?”

Against Madon Linggo’s persistent inquiry, any other person would have lost patience by now.

Yet the man remained calm, appearing to be very composed.

“No.”

“Then is Mr.

Moore a resident of Avalon?”

Madon Linggo’s gaze was locked on the man’s face, not missing the slightest hint of an expression.

Kelly Martinez thought to herself, no wonder Madon Linggo is Mr.

Lewis’s most trusted man, his gaze is lethal.

Peter Aria was also quietly observing the man, grasping the intention behind Madon Linggo’s words.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed, he asked in a low voice: “How did you know?”

Madon Linggo broke into a smile: “Because I’m from Avalon too.

Seeing you feels very familiar.

As the saying goes, when natives meet, tears will flow.”

Kelly Martinez raised an eyebrow: “So, you two are from the same hometown.