From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1566

Chapter 1566: 699 Return to slap the face (Up)_4 Chapter 1566: 699 Return to slap the face (Up)_4 “But…” Charlotte Aria was very reluctant.

“Killing is easy, but we also have to consider whether it’s worth it.

There are The Harts and The Rintos behind her, and The Arias value her highly.

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Acting rashly may well backfire.

At this critical juncture, we should avoid doing anything foolish.”

Charlotte Aria obediently bowed her head: “You’re right, I’m too naive.”

Charlotte Aria was no fool, she quickly grasped the gist: “You mean, as long as it can be proven that she doesn’t carry the bloodline of the Murong tribe, she definitely can’t become a Buddhist Woman?”

Charmaine Dankworth revealed a satisfied smile.

Charlotte Aria furrowed her eyebrows: “But how can we prove that she’s not Vanessa Aria’s child?”

“Actually, I have been investigating her origin for a long time.

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Vanessa Aria, or Aurora Brun, may have erased the two years she spent in Pethkids, but there are still clues.

Whether she had a child during that period, a thorough investigation will reveal the truth.”

Charlotte Aria had never questioned Aubree Groove’s origin before, but now seeing the conviction in Charmaine Dankworth’s words, she couldn’t help but become suspicious.

“If she’s not Aurora Brun’s child, then who on earth is she?”

Charmaine Dankworth curled her lips: “Whoever she is, if she stands in my way, she must be sorry.”

——

Peter Aria finally got away and drove back to the neighborhood.

This is the sweet home he shares with Nikita Parker, where the two can thoroughly enjoy their private world.

However, they do spend two out of every seven days in the residence, accompanying Madam Aria, so she isn’t alone.

Passing by the supermarket, Peter Aria went in to purchase some household items, then got into the elevator with bags big and small.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand reached in and the doors opened automatically.

A man in black with a guitar slung over his shoulder stepped in.

The man lifted his mask and paid his respect: “Uncle Aria.”

With a smile of kindness, Peter Aria said: “Sullivan, I’m making sweet and sour fish and red-braised pork ribs tonight.

Come over for dinner later.

Your auntie was just reminiscing about you the other day, saying it’s been too long since we last saw you.”

Anton Cook nodded: “Sure, Uncle.”

The elevator reached the tenth floor, and Anton Cook stepped out.

Watching the elevator doors close slowly, Peter Aria let out a sigh.

This boy had bravely taken a bullet for Aubree Groove.

He had decided on this prospective son-in-law the moment he saw his courage.

Watching him become more and more melancholy and solitary, Peter Aria genuinely felt heartache.

How blessed it is to have someone to love in this world!

With a dependable man like Anton Cook looking after Aubree Groove, he would be able to face his sister without guilt when his time comes.

As soon as Peter Aria arrived home, he went straight to the kitchen.

Before long, a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist, and a woman gently leaned against his back.

Peter Aria, who was blanching the ribs, patted her hand: “You do love your sleep.

Staying up all night, you’re going to wind me up again.”

“You’re my husband.

If I don’t wind you up, who will I wind up?” There was a dreamy post-sleep note in her coquettish voice.

Peter Aria turned around, his hands on her waist, and planted a light kiss on her lips.

Sighing: “At this rate, you’re going to turn me into a doting fool.”

His gaze fell on her chest, the enticing sight making his eyes darken and his grip around her waist tighten.

The woman let out a groan: “Ouch, you’re hurting me.”

Restraining his desire, Peter Aria’s voice came out a little stiff: “I invited Sullivan over for dinner.

You can’t appear before him dressed like this.

Go freshen-up and change clothes.”

“Old fogey.” Nikita Parker mumbled, shrugged off his hand, and walked away.

Peter Aria chuckled and shook his head.

Her little quirks were as they had always been, still driving him wild.

——

The doorbell rang.

Nikita Parker adjusted the shawl wrapped around her and went to open the door.

“Auntie, wishing you a pleasant day.”

In front of Nikita Parker was a large bouquet of lilies, complemented by green alstroemeria, fresh and gentle, like a night breeze blowing across the woods.

Nikita Parker gratefully accepted it, “I love the flowers, thank you Sullivan.”

This boy was so romantic.

“Glad you like them, Auntie.”

Peter Aria poked his head out of the kitchen and joked: “Sullivan, you’re making it hard for your poor uncle.

Your auntie will nag at me again.”

“Uncle surely has his own ways.” Anton Cook stepped into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and began to help.

Whenever Anton Cook came over for dinner, he would always lend a hand in the kitchen.

Over time, he even picked up a few simple recipes, so he wouldn’t have to eat instant noodles every day.

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