From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1588

Chapter 1588: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_8 Chapter 1588: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_8 “In the future…” the young lady muttered under her breath.

“Will I still have a future?”

Anton Cook didn’t hear her clearly, so he instinctively asked, “What?”

“It’s nothing.” Aubree Groove gave a smile.

“You’ve had a long day, you should go home and rest.

Remember not to wet your wound.”

Anton Cook shook his head: “Uncle Aria has been very kind to me during your absence this past year.

I’ll wait until he wakes up before leaving.”

Aubree Groove found Nikita Parker, who was conversing with the police.

Approaching them, Aubree Groove saw Nikita Parker’s face as cold as ice.

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She said, word by word, “Axun’s car accident was not an accident, it was a man-made event.”

Aubree Groove’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the police.

The police officer said, “We are investigating.

We will notify you as soon as we have any leads.”

Nikita Parker spoke in a cold voice, “Officer, I think there’s a person you should particularly investigate.”

The policeman responded earnestly, “Please tell.”

Nikita Parker’s red lips slightly opened, uttering a name.

“Matthew Aria.”

After the policeman left, Nikita Parker took a deep breath, “If it’s really him, I’ll ensure he lives a life worse than death.”

In the end, life had been too blissful, causing her to lower her guard and allowing her enemies to seize the opportunity.

“Aubree Groove, you and Sullivan should go back first.

I’ll stay here alone.”

Aubree Groove pondered, “I’m afraid there’s another troublesome matter.”

Nikita Parker abruptly looked up.

—-

Charlotte Aria made a disgraceful escape from the Arias’ residence.

She was dazed when she left the house.

Her phone rang.

It was a call from Charmaine Dankworth.

Before Charlotte Aria could say anything, the icy voice of Charmaine Dankworth came through.

“I already know everything, fool.

You didn’t keep any cards up your sleeve, and now even Master Kurong is aware.

Let’s see how you fix this.”

Having carefully laid out her plans for so many years only to find herself completely outplayed, Charmaine Dankworth had the urge to kill Charlotte Aria.

Charlotte Aria gritted her teeth, “As long as the King of Royalty and Evander Quillon trust me, I can still turn the game around.”

“Let’s hope so, and don’t disappoint me any more.”

In an ordinary villa in Lostswa, inside the master bedroom, Charmaine Dankworth hung up the phone, looking grim.

Picking up the coffee beside her to sip it, she found it had already cooled down.

“Waylen Dankworth.”

A middle-aged man appeared in the doorway.

“Madam.”

In his hand was a cup of calming tea, “Madam, you have been having trouble sleeping, you should drink less coffee and have some calming tea.”

Charmaine Dankworth smashed the teacup to the ground with a “pop”, glaring at him coldly.

“Are you also laughing at me?”

Waylen Dankworth silently squatted down to pick up the broken pieces.

“I’ve waited all these years just to destroy the Arias.

When the Daniella Royal Family ended my Dankworth family line, I swore to do the same to them.”

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Taking a deep breath, Charmaine Dankworth glanced at Waylen Dankworth.

“Have you properly handled everything?

We can’t afford any leaks.”

“Madam, don’t worry.

Everything was thoroughly handled.

The police will only trace it back to Matthew Aria.”

“Such a pity, he still left a bastard in this world.”

Now, Charmaine Dankworth was absolutely sure that Aubree Groove was that destined Goddess.”

“But no worries, we’ll deal with it step by step.

Let’s see what else that Goddess, whom I’ve painstakingly nurtured for so long, can do.”

After finishing her sentence, Charmaine Dankworth felt an unbearable headache coming on and hurriedly laid down on the bed.

After tending to Charmaine Dankworth, Waylen Dankworth left the room just as a call came in.

Waylen Dankworth glanced at the caller ID and instinctively frowned.

When he hung up the phone, the caller called back again.

Waylen Dankworth moved to a corner to answer the call but did not speak first.

A cautious male voice came through the phone, “You! hello, we’ve contacted before, do you still remember me?”

Waylen Dankworth narrowed his eyes warily, “What do you want?”

“It’s like this.” The man on the other end sounded anxious, “My! my wife has had a car accident and desperately needs money for surgery.

Can you give me another hundred thousand?

I promise, I won’t ask for a penny more.”

Waylen Dankworth let out a cold laugh, “Are you out of your mind?

We’ve already settled our accounts.”

“I have no other choice.

If you don’t give the money, I’ll tell the police about what you hired me to do.”

“You can try.”

“Fine, it’s your word.” The man threatened before preparing to hang up.

“Wait a moment.” Out of caution, Waylen Dankworth stopped him.

“How did you know this number?”

When Waylen called him, he used a virtual number, many of which could be purchased online without identity verification.

And to avoid any risk, he didn’t transfer the money via bank.

Instead, he left cash at a designated location.

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