The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1026

Chapter 1026: 480 prelude_2 Chapter 1026: 480 prelude_2 The atmosphere was as lively as that of a Chinese New Year.

A “senior executive” car stopped before them, the car door was opened, and Kelly Martinez peeked out her head: “Hop in quick!”

After Aubree Groove and Anton Cook got in the car, Kelly Martinez instructed the driver to drive off.

A laptop rested on her lap, its screen rapidly updating with data.

Anton Cook took a quick look; it was commentary about Aubree Groove.

Kelly Martinez spat out an insult: “That wench Xenia Groove is stirring trouble again.

She managed to hide from me before, but I will not let her go this time.”

After the incident last time, that girl became cautious, using others’ identities online.

No wonder they hadn’t realized that it was her, manipulating public opinion from behind the scenes all along.

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Who would have thought that she could collaborate with Jenny Linggo, when the two used to be at each other’s throats?

Indeed, such people have no bottom line.

Anton Cook’s eyebrows scrunched up: “Xenia Groove?”

Kelly Martinez gave him a glance: “It’s none of your concern.

Just focus on preparing your new album.”

This demeanor, it’s as if she’s already become his manager.

Kelly Martinez surveyed his face, “What a waste it would be not to act in films with a face like yours.”

She’d watched the live broadcast earlier, and while she didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, Aubree Groove was a glitch she couldn’t ignore.

It can’t be just a coincidence that his looks resemble Dario Dankworth, can it?

Not only a resemblance, they looked exactly the same.

Could it be that the Cooks’ ancestors had some blood ties with Dario Dankworth’s family?

An idea suddenly struck Kelly Martinez; her eyes lit up with an excellent plan.

A teasing smirk appeared on her face.

From Anton Cook’s perspective, it seemed incredibly crude.

Anton Cook shuddered involuntarily; cold sweat trickled down his back.

The car stopped beside a flower bed opposite the hotel.

Kelly Martinez plucked a pear from a fruit basket beside her and bit into it crunchily.

Before long, a car pulled up at the hotel entrance, and a burly man rushed out and darted inside the hotel.

Kelly Martinez snapped her fingers: “The show is about to start.”

Aubree Groove shook her head, speechless at Kelly Martinez’s sinister sense of humor.

She said: “Kelly, I’m a little tired.

Let’s go back.”

Kelly Martinez spared her a glance: “No way, you can’t miss this drama.”

Anton Cook involuntarily asked: “What drama?”

Kelly Martinez chuckled: “Children should not be so nosy.

Behave~.”

Anton Cook looked nauseated, turning his head away.

At that moment, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and two young girls stepped out.

Kelly Martinez stared at their retreating figures, squinting her eyes.

The lights at the hotel entrance were brilliant.

Both Anton Cook and Aubree Groove simultaneously recognized Charlotte Aria.

Charlotte Aria checked her phone, “Yes, this is the place.”

She had previously chatted with her aunt, and she’d mentioned staying at this hotel.

Charlotte Aria adjusted her shoulder bag and took a deep breath, “Let’s go.”

No need to ask the hotel reception; her aunt always stayed at the Presidential Suite during trips, enjoying luxury to its fullest.

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Hence, guided by the signposts, they quickly found the suite at the topmost floor.

Tabitha Parker, quite nervous, clung to Charlotte Aria’s arm: “Bella, what could Auntie be doing right now?

What if she blames us for coming uninvited?”

“That’s not possible; Auntie adores me,” Bella asserted confidently.

Stepping out of the elevator, Charlotte noticed a man frantically pounding at a door and attempting to barge his way in.

Shocked, Charlotte rapidly approached him: “Has something happened to my aunt?”

The man stopped his actions and looked at her: “So you’re…

Vanessa’s niece?”

Charlotte Aria nodded: “Yes I am, tell me quickly, what’s wrong with my aunt?”

Jameson shook his head: “I’ve repeatedly called her, but she won’t pick up.

She wouldn’t just ignore my calls; something must have happened to her, you don’t understand!”

Jameson seemed increasingly anxious: “Some people in Pethkids want her dead.”

Charlotte’s eyebrows knitted together, her tone frigid: “How is that possible?

Who would dare to do such a thing in Pethkids?”

To mess with the heiress of the Arias…

Jameson clenched his fists, “Who else in Pethkids has the audacity?”

Charlotte gasped: “The Rintos?

They really have some nerve.”

Just then, hotel staff, alerted by the commotion, arrived.

Learning that a guest might be in danger, they hurriedly unlocked the door.

Jameson rushed inside without a moment’s hesitation, only to be dumbfounded by the sight before him.

Charlotte followed suit and entered, surprised: “Uncle?”

A man sat on the living room sofa, with Vanessa Aria lying beside him, covered in a blanket, silent and still.