From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1578

Chapter 1578: 700 Return to slap the face (Middle)_7 Chapter 1578: 700 Return to slap the face (Middle)_7 The Ice Princess suddenly became an internet sensation due to her stunning, fairy-like appearance.

—Why do I feel like the Ice Princess resembles someone?

—I agree with the person above, I think so too.

—Is everyone speaking in riddles?

I’m new and don’t quite understand, who does she resemble?

Is there even someone in this world whose single fleeting appearance can dazzle the world?

—The mystery is solved, she resembles Aubree Groove.

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—Don’t make me laugh!

Aubree Groove’s status and the Ice Princess’s status are far from comparable.

The princess is the future Queen Consort, stop comparing them!

—Percival is a small country, but attracting attention because of their future Queen Consort means the queen will surely bring prosperity to her husband.

Various voices are emerging on the internet.

In the intensive care unit at Pethkids Renmin Hospital.

A frail woman, connected to various machines, is watching the television on the wall across from her.

She sees a figure flashing across the screen.

Everyone praises her for her mystery and beauty, but only Alora Hart knows that under that veil is a stunning face and behind that swinging tassel jewelry, a pair of eyes filled with compassion for all beings.

What is there to be resentful about now?

She was always someone who was out of her reach.

If it weren’t for their brief intersection of fate that made her delusional, thinking that she could compete with her, she wouldn’t have made one mistake after another.

It’s too late to regret and the life she has lost cannot be regained.

Only wishing that in the next life…

“Beep beep…” The harsh alarm from the bedside heart monitor breaks the silence in the ward.

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Doctors and nurses rush to the scene to save her.

Alora Hart gazes at the sunlight outside the window, the sparrows chirping cheerfully on the branch.

The sunlight today is really nice.

Such a pity she will never be able to see it again.

A tear trickles down from the corner of her eye, then she falls into eternal slumber.

There’s a faint smile on her lips, seeming both relieved and mocking.

Mocking what?

Mocking her own short-lived life, thinking she was smart but ended up ruining her own life with her own hands.

As her body was being wheeled out, Verine Hayes cried out in grief over it.

Maggie Wood stood a distance away, her face pale.

Her lips quivered and tears welled up in her eyes.

After death, all grudges are extinguished.

She remembered when Alora was small, so adorable, so clever and sensible.

How did it come to this?

She lowered her head, looking at the protective charm in her hand.

It was a prayer she asked for at the Bowlskia Temple in the middle of the night.

But it was too late and she didn’t have a chance to give it to her.

Digby Hart rushed over, seeing the scene before him, he stiffed his lips and suddenly lost the courage to go forward.

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We were supposed to spend today as a couple at home, but she left me hanging.

Peter Aria, bored out of his mind, watched the live television broadcast.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Thinking that it was Fanny, he instantly walked to the door to open it.

“Hello, this is your delivery.

Please sign for it.”

Peter Aria furrowed his brows: “I didn’t order anything online.”

The delivery man maintained a polite smile: “You’re Mr.

Aria, right?

The last four numbers of your phone are 6539.

That means it’s yours, there’s no mistake.”

Peter Aria signed for the delivery in confusion.

“Maybe it’s a surprise from Fanny.”

Peter Aria happily opened the package, inside was a finely made silk pouch.

It felt special holding the fine pouch.

Peter Aria opened the pouch which contained a strand of hair tied with a red string that exuded a faint, elegant fragrance.

There was also a note.

Peter opened it, reading the graceful, small script written on it.

Wear it close to you for safety.

The handwriting was in a common style, a style Fanny liked using.

“Fanny, when did you start believing in superstitions?”

But he placed the pouch into his shirt pocket anyway, near his chest.

He suddenly felt refreshed, his complexion glowing with health.

He attributed this to the power of love.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message notification.

Peter Aria checked his phone, there was a new message in a WeChat group named ‘Fenghua Zhengmao’.

He had been tagged by Brixton Alvarez.

Brixton Alvarez: @Peter Aria Finally got the chance to visit Lostswa for the holiday, didn’t expect it to be so crowded.

Can’t stand it, can I crash at yours?

Luzern Gartia: Me too, me too.

I can’t stand it either, find a place for me to hide please.

Brixton Alvarez: @Luzern Gartia Luzern, you must be drained by the women, still wanting to hide?

Even if you hid at ends of the world, those witches would still find you.

Louie Capris: The two of you are such party poopers, don’t spoil for the newlyweds, have some awareness, no wonder you’re still single at forty.

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