The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 997: 469 Leaf Shadow_2 Chapter 997: 469 Leaf Shadow_2 The man brushed the dust off his sleeves, stood up and walked to the door, picked up the bucket, and headed towards the well.

Kelly Martinez leaned against the door frame, “Why bother, boss.”

As soon as the term ‘boss’ was uttered, both froze simultaneously.

After Callista’s death, their relationship had broken down, and it had been a long time since she referred to him as ‘boss’.

The man calmly dropped the bucket into the well, saying indifferently, “It seems like you have plenty of free time.”

“Of course, I do.

You all are busy, while I, being sick, am treated specially by Aubree Groove.

They have also spent a lot of time and effort making my medicine.” Kelly Martinez sighed.

“It’s unbearable when others enjoy privilege.”

The man kicked a stick on the ground, which instantly flew towards Kelly Martinez.

Kelly dodged nimbly, “Trying to murder me, eh?”

Looking up, the man’s eyes were sharp and cold.

“Did you do it?

Vanessa Aria’s case?”

I just taught her a lesson.”

Kelly narrowed her eyes, smirked coldly, “What, you pity her?

Oh, right.

I almost forgot.

She is your trusted lieutenant too.”

Kelly’s expression turned cold instantly, her eyes filled with intense fury.

“I never understood why that whore could impersonate Callista.

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Now I see, you were behind it all.

Murdering in cold blood, aren’t you ashamed?

Did you give justice to Callista who’s now long gone?”

“Or, was Callista going missing originally your and Virginia’s conspiracy?

Callista was just a pawn in your game all along.”

“Now that whore is eating jailhouse gruel, you couldn’t wait to give her an upper hand.

How impressive.”

Kelly had always wondered how Callista’s identity got out, considering Callista herself didn’t know.

Only after she discovered Romilly Powell’s true identity did all the clues fall into place – it was a conspiracy from the beginning.

Poor Callista, having no idea, was sold out by the person she trusted most, and died miserably.

The man looked dazed, shook his head, “All you’re doing is pushing the situation into a perilous direction.

Beware of the cornered dog.”

“What are you pretending for?

Can that whore Virginia cause any trouble now?

She’s at her wit’s end.

As for that fake, you’re joking, right?

She’s not worth it?”

The man looked at her deeply, “You are always so impulsive.”

“You’re so patient, but aren’t you still Virginia’s lapdog?

Don’t think I forgive you just because you didn’t help her this time.

I will avenge Callista one day, and if you dare get in my way, we will be at odds with each other.”

Kelly looked at him from top to bottom, “Now you’re sticking to Aubree Groove like a spineless dog.

What dark evil plot are you cooking up?

Let me tell you, trying to harm Aubree is a waste of time, unless you want to step over my dead body.”

She still thought this was part of Virginia’s sinister plot, considering Aubree Groove and Virginia bore an unending deep-seated hatred for each other.

She didn’t want to gamble, and couldn’t afford it anyway.

Now as for the Night Hawk, a killer who lurks in the shadows and bloodshed, does he know what true feelings are?

Otherwise, Callista wouldn’t have died so tragically.

The man watched as Kelly Martinez left, the light in his eyes sinking gradually.

——

Inside the room, Peter Aria leaned against the wooden door, his expression complex.

Callista, his pitiful little sister…

His hands balled up into fists underneath his sleeves, a turbulent tide roiling in the depths of his dark eyes, like a tsunami, vowing to devour everything.

——

Aubree Groove had been busy making medicine in the little wooden cabin.

Out of the window, the man walked past again and again carrying the water bucket, the tank gradually filling up.

By midday, Madon Linggo and the others returned, looking extremely worn out.

Agave Rinto was still alright, maintaining a bit of his dignity, but Anton Cook was covered in mud.

Even Madon Linggo was not much better, but the three had completed their tasks efficiently.

Anton Cook prepared to take a shower, but Agave Rinto’s people had occupied the stove.

One bucket of hot water after another was sent to the Zen Room.

Anton Cook gritted his teeth and said, “There should be order in everything.”

Finnian Moore grinned, “Mr.

Cook, our Master McKay always needs to be clean.

If not for the poor conditions in the mountains, it wouldn’t be such a hassle.

Please be patient and wait a bit.”

Wait?

Anton Cook laughed ironically.

Even when they were in mountains, there were frequent frictions between them and now it was getting even worse.

The duo naturally didn’t see eye-to-eye.