The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 999: 470 Brother/Sister_1 Chapter 999: 470 Brother/Sister_1 Time flew in the mountains, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Aubree Groove made a box of medicine pills, enough for Kelly Martinez to take for a month.

Because they didn’t contain any preservatives, they had to be kept in sub-zero temperatures.

“What happens when they’re gone?” Kelly Martinez asked.

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The wooden box was filled with small black pills that resembled jelly beans.

But Kelly Martinez knew that these tiny pills were made from countless precious herbs, not to mention Aubree Groove’s painstaking efforts.

They held immeasurable value that money couldn’t quantify.

“I’ll make more when you’re out,” Aubree replied.

“Why go through so much trouble?

Give me the prescription and I’ll have someone else make them,” Kelly Martinez suggested.

Aubree shook her head, “The extraction and combination of the herbs must be extremely precise, I can’t trust anyone else with it.”

Tears welled up in Kelly Martinez’s eyes.

“Aubree, you are too good to me…” she said with a choked voice.

She hugged Aubree, feigning tears while taking an advantage of the close contact.

Anton Cook arrived just in time to see this scene.

He clenched his fists with a downcast expression, clearing his throat softly.

Kelly Martinez casually looked over at Anton Cook, giving him a cheerful wave.

“Sullivan, what brings you here for Aubree?”

Anton Cook’s eyes narrowed at Kelly Martinez’s face.

“It’s time.

We can leave the mountain now,” he said coldly.

Kelly Martinez’s spirit perked up.

“Finally leaving this terrible place, I’ve really had enough of eating wild vegetables,” she sighed.

Just three days and she was already sick of the food.

How strong one’s will must be to eat this for over a decade.

Aubree had cleaned up every corner of the Buddhist Nunnery.

All the trash was burnt.

She paid her respects at her Master’s spirit tablet, lit incense for the Buddha, and gradually closed the gates of the Buddhist Nunnery.

She came here with nothing and was set to leave in the same way.

After the rain, the stone steps leading down the mountain were unusually clean.

The wind blew, carrying the scent of damp earth.

The gentle sunlight bathed her.

Kelly Martinez yawned.

“Master McKay, when are you investing in Whitehead Mountain?

The scenery here is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, it’s just suitable for building a touristic area.

Maybe install a cable car.

It would make Aubree’s journey to the mountain less of a challenge.”

Agave Rinto, lagging behind, raised an eyebrow, “The scenery here is indeed good, suitable for investment.”

Aubree Groove casually responded: “No need.”

“Devotion to Buddha requires sincerity, not the greed of merchants.

Do not taint this holy land,” Anton sternly rebutted.

Oh how awful it would be.

Agave Rinto narrowed his eyes, “Mr.

Cook, you are right.

That was inconsiderate of me.”

Anton Cook hadn’t thought that Agave Rinto would so easily admit his mistake.

Peter Aria sighed: “Indeed, I’ll miss this place when I have to leave.”

Looking back at the increasingly distant mountain gate, a hint of nostalgia fluttered in his gaze.

Thelonius Moore remained silent, unfazed even when feeling Peter Aria’s slightly aggressive gaze.

Halfway down the mountain, Madon Linggo’s phone began to ring incessantly, it had finally regained signal connectivity after three days of isolation, no doubt many matters had piled up.

“Madon, the Arias have arrived.”

Madon Linggo glanced at Peter Aria questioningly, “And?”

“The Arias were shocked to hear that Ms.

Aria was detained by the Pethkids Police Department.

Matthew Aria sent his personal secretary with a lawyer.

That lawyer is Richard Linggo’s senior in the industry, with a powerful reputation, on par with Richard Linggo’s abilities.

Currently, the lawyer is collecting evidence.”

They didn’t try to use their power to pressure, it seemed that the eldest son of the Arias was a sensible character.

Just then, Peter Aria’s phone rang.

Peter Aria calmly took out his phone.

seeing the caller ID, he answered.

“What are you doing in Pethkids?

How many times did I call you?

If you don’t answer I’m reporting it to the police,” an angry male voice sounded from the phone.

Peter Aria moved the phone away slightly and calmly asked, “What is it?”

“You’re asking me ‘what is it’?” The man on the other side laughed furiously.

“Vanessa is in Pethkids with you, don’t you know the humiliation she endured, the wrongs she faced?

She’s your younger sister, yet you’ve stood by and done nothing.

After staying abroad for over a decade, have you become so cold-hearted, disregarding the bond between siblings?”

Peter Aria slowed down, trailing at the back.

He heard the words and a smile formed on his lips.

The sunlight settled in his eyes, reflecting an icy coldness.

“Then you should ask her, what has she done?”

“Of course, I know.

She was framed by someone.