The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 998



Chapter 998: 469 Leaf Shadow_3 Chapter 998: 469 Leaf Shadow_3 Anton Cook spoke without any reservation or irony.

“Alright, alright, Sullivan, come help me pick out vegetables, we’ll wash them together.” Madon Linggo quickly called Anton Cook away, defusing the crisis.

Anton Cook shrugged off Madon Linggo’s hand, “Why, is Master McKay really that incredible?

Just go back to Pethkids if you’re showing off, I’m not afraid of him.”

“My goodness, can you please calm down.” Master McKay was notoriously ruthless, and he wouldn’t care if you were a Cook or a Linggo if you upset him.

The local snake of Pethkids was not a simple matter.

Finnian Moore frowned, casting a cold look at Anton Cook.

This Anton Cook, if one really considers it, one can’t easily take action against him.

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But this mouth, it’s too relentless.

In the room, Agave Rinto took off his coat and furrowed his brow, “Noisy.”

“Master McKay, this Anton Cook is always sticking around the Mistress, wherever the Mistress goes, he goes, it’s really annoying, do you want to give him a lesson?”

Agave Rinto gave him a casual glance, “Cello Cook, can you afford to provoke him?”

“The sky is high and the emperor is far away, Pethkids belongs to you, Master McKay; do you still have to watch the complexion of the people from Lostswa?”

“Is setting up a powerful enemy at this stage equivalent to handing a target to Virginia Frost?”

Finnian Moore was instantly silenced, “My apologies for being impudent.”

“A naive youngster, hopelessly deluded.” Agave Rinto disdainfully curled his lip.

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With the water tank full, Night Hawk wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Peter Aria came towards him, “Mr.

Moore, you’ve worked hard.”

Night Hawk gave a faint nod of his head and moved past Peter Aria, preparing to leave.

“Mr.

Moore,” Peter Aria suddenly called him to stop.

Night Hawk paused in his tracks, looking back at him.

“Dr.

Aria, is there anything else?”

Peter Aria looked somewhat pale, but his eyes were bright.

“You, Mr.

Moore, greatly resemble someone I used to know.

May I ask your full name?”

A wave of vigilance flickered in Night Hawk’s eyes, but he nonchalantly responded, “Thelonius Moore.”

“So it’s Mr.

Thelonius Moore, that name is similar to my old acquaintance’s, it seems it was fate that brought us together here.”

Night Hawk, Thelonius Moore.

The hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist, as Peter Aria’s eyes turned icy cold, though he maintained a poker face.

Night Hawk narrowed his eyes, indifferent, “It truly is quite fateful.”

Having finished speaking, he turned and left.

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Peter Aria, watching the tall figure of the man recede, saw his expressions gradually cool until they were as icy as a bottomless abyss.

In the corner, Kelly Martinez crunched into a wild fruit, almost breaking a tooth, and scrunched up her face in distaste.

“My tooth nearly got knocked out.”

Gazing at Peter Aria, who stood alone, enveloped in solitude and desolation, Kelly Martinez clicked her tongue.

“A truly pitiable man.”

His sister, lover, and child were all ruined under Virginia Frost’s hand.

Such hatred, Dr.

Aria, don’t let me down.

Seeing Madon Linggo approaching, Kelly Martinez quickly vanished.

“Dr.

Aria, are you alright?” Madon Linggo asked, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Peter Aria shook his head, his voice solemn, “He is Night Hawk.”

“Who?” Madon Linggo’s expression turned instantly cautious, and he exclaimed in shock, “Night Hawk?”

Night Hawk’s fame was well-known within their circle.

He was Virginia Frost’s top confidant, and it was he who fostered Virginia Frost’s rise to prominence.

It could be said that they both made each other.

He had always been a legend, and few people had truly seen him.

Apart from his few trusted subordinates and Virginia Frost, it was rumored that everyone who had seen his true face was dead.

It was unexpected to see him appearing in this form.

Wait a minute….

Madon Linggo suddenly thought of something, “Could his target be…?”

Aubree Groove!

Both men gazed at each other, simultaneously recognizing the gravity of the situation in each other’s eyes.

He was willingly serving Virginia Frost, and between Virginia Frost and Aubree Groove, there was a deep-rooted hatred that couldn’t be satiated without death.

As Night Hawk concealed his true identity by Aubree Groove’s side, one couldn’t help but question his intentions.

Peter Aria clenched his fist: “We can’t let him harm Aubree Groove.”

Having finished speaking, he turned to leave.

“Dr.

Aria, you can’t act impulsively,” Madon Linggo called out to stop him.

“At this stage, we still don’t understand his goal.

Now he is in the dark and we are in the light.

We can’t act impulsively; if we end up cornering him, it would be disastrous.

It could put Aubree Groove’s personal safety at great risk.”

Madon Linggo counseled.

Peter Aria knew this principle only too well, but every time he thought about Callista being harmed by him, and now it was Aubree Groove’s turn, he felt extreme hatred.

He took a deep breath, calmly stating, “Sergeant Linggo, I understand.”

Madon Linggo sighed, lightly patting Peter Aria’s shoulder, “Dr.

Aria, this road won’t be easy, the task ahead is daunting.

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