From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1570

Chapter 1570: 699 Return to slap the face (Up)_8 Chapter 1570: 699 Return to slap the face (Up)_8 At the same time, Charlotte Aria saw Cello Cook coming over with a secretary accompanying him.

Charlotte Aria narrowed her eyes.

It seemed the Brooklyn Nation Master held an important position to have Cello Cook personally make his way over.

The elevator descended slowly, first with four guards disembarking, then the Brooklyn Nation Master dressed in a white robe gradually appeared.

The wind was too strong, and Charlotte Aria had to squint in order to see clearly.

When the Brooklyn Nation Master reached the aircraft door, he paused, turned, and extended his right hand.

A piece of reishi mushroom fell into the Nation Master’s palm, then a woman moved to his side.

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Lachlan Polly covered her mouth in excitement, whispering, “I was right in my guess, he really did bring the Saintess.”

The two of them slowly descended the stairs, exchanging polite pleasantries with Cello Cook.

Cameras were continuously clicking, capturing this historic moment.

Charlotte Aria stood two people behind Cello Cook, and as the two men spoke, she secretly observed the Brooklyn Nation Master, to her surprise.

The Brooklyn Nation Master was younger than she had expected, and his appearance further surprised her.

His pair of deep blue eyes were as enchanting as the depths of the sea.

She really hadn’t expected the Brooklyn Nation Master of the rumours to have such a handsome face, with an Eastern charm and a notably prominent nose that was full of masculinity—overflowing with a gentle, attacking force.

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Charlotte Aria couldn’t ignore the woman by his side, dressed in a clean, white long dress, spotless.

This whiteness reminded Charlotte Aria of someone, causing a discomfort from within.

Soon after, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

How could it be—this Saintess came from a high birth, was the future Queen Consort.

Aubree Groove was just a child of unknown origin, how could they even be spoken of in the same breath.

The woman wore a snow crown on her head, her black hair cascading down.

The band of a delicate white veil tied behind the crown fully concealed the woman’s face.

The crown, with its bead fringes falling like tassels, covered her forehead.

It was as if a layer of fog had shrouded her ice-snow figure, and those pair of eyes—pure yet mysterious.

The woman silently stood beside the Brooklyn Nation Master, the wind blowing at her skirt and veil.

In the sunlight, the diamonds on her head refracted into a cold brilliance.

She was so beautiful, it was unreal, looking as though she was about to be taken away by the wind the next moment.

Her silence didn’t make anyone ignore her, rather, nearly everyone’s gaze was fixed on her.

After the reporters regained their senses, the cameras clicked non-stop, focusing on her.

Charlotte Aria was stunned into silence, why did this Saintess feel so familiar?

No…that’s impossible.

Cello Cook and the Brooklyn Nation Master walked ahead, the Saintess lagged a step behind, Charlotte Aria stared at her figure from behind.

From behind the crown, long, tassel-like beaded strips fell, reflecting against the woman’s black hair, making her slender figure seem more ethereal and elegant.

Charlotte Aria frowned.

The Brooklyn Nation Master and the Saintess took a special car headed to the hotel, while Lachlan Polly and Charlotte Aria took the car behind.

As soon as they got in, Lachlan Polly was ecstatic.

“The Brooklyn Nation Master is even more handsome than I imagined, but what truly amazed me was the Saintess.

Although I can’t see her face, her temperament is really intoxicating, she must be a great beauty.”

Charlotte Aria coldly retorted: “Keep it down, you’re disturbing me.”

Lachlan Polly glanced at her and held her tongue, then she focused on her phone.

When they came to the hotel dedicated to receiving delegations, the Brooklyn Nation Master and the Saintess went back to their rooms to rest, while Charlotte Aria and Lachlan Polly waited in the corridor.

Eight guards controlled the entire corridor, their faces stern and callous, looking formidable.

Lachlan Polly approached one guard, remembering him as the one that stayed close to the Saintess.

He must be her close bodyguard.

Before she could get close, the guard suddenly raised his hand, his sword out of its sheath, the cold glint stark.

His sharp gaze fell on her.

Lachlan Polly was taken aback: “I…

I am part of the reception team, my name is Lachlan Polly.

During the Nation Master and the Saintess’ stay in Lostswa, another girl and I are responsible for their daily needs.

If you need anything, you can also contact me and I will help you solve it.” Lachlan Polly spoke in Percival language, as she was extremely talented in languages.

The guard pressed his lips together, his expression slightly softened upon hearing that she was from the reception team.

“You all, stay over there, the Saintess likes quiet.”

“Deonte Basil.” A cold voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Deonte Basil’s expression immediately turned respectful.

Lachlan Polly saw a young man walking over, and she inwardly exclaimed, wondering how everyone in Percival Nation could be so handsome.

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