The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1030

Chapter 1030: 481 Hand out_3 Chapter 1030: 481 Hand out_3 Xenia Groove’s condition was not good, with the exact results of the examination coming out tomorrow.

Connie hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and dialed Verine Hayes’ contact number.

Jenny Linggo and Silvia Hayes were both over eighteen and legally accountable for their actions.

However, Xenia Groove, still under eighteen, could only be subjected to administrative detention.

Given the severity of the situation, it was crucial for her guardian to be present.

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent upon hearing the news.

Connie understood her feelings, informing her that Xenia Groove was in the hospital and that the victim had appointed a lawyer to press charges.

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Verine Hayes hung up the phone, overwhelmed with grief.

After watching the live broadcast, Jordan Robinson locked himself in his room.

Worried about him, Verine Hayes knocked on the door and walked in.

There, Jordan sat under a light fully engrossed in his drawing.

Verine Hayes took one look and was instantly speechless.

“Who is Jaime drawing?”

The young lady in the painting wore a classical, elegant white dress, her black hair flying in the wind.

Her face was serene and silent, a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows conveying both tenderness and compassion.

“Princess Madeleine,” Jordan Robinson said without lifting his head.

But…

why did Princess Madeleine have the face of Aubree Groove?

Jordan painted meticulously.

The most challenging part was the eyes; the windows to the soul, encompassing all, giving them depth and tranquillity was an immense feat.

No matter how he painted it, Jordan was not satisfied.

Verine Hayes did not disturb him and placed a cup of warm milk beside him.

“Drink your milk and go to bed early.

You can continue painting tomorrow.

The dim light is harmful to your eyes.”

“I know,” Jordan answered without looking up.

Verine Hayes closed the bedroom door, took out her passbook, put on a padded jacket, wrapped a scarf around her neck, checked the gas and circuit breaker, left the key with a neighbor, then headed to the hospital.

As she crossed the road, she was somewhat distracted.

Unexpectedly, a car darted towards her.

By the time Verine noticed, it was too late.

She stood motionless, rooted to the spot.

The driver managed to regain control at the last moment, stopping just millimeters away from her.

Verine was terrified, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.

In the car, Digby Hart furrowed his brow, diverting his gaze from the tablet screen.

Through the windscreen, all he could see was the top of the woman’s head.

“Handle it,” Digby ordered coldly.

The driver wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, eager to oblige, and quickly got out of the car.

“Are you alright?

I’ll call an ambulance for you.

Here’s my card, please contact me if there are any issues.

I take full responsibility.

My boss has other matters to attend to, I apologize for any inconvenience.”

The driver noticed that Verine was in shock and sitting on the ground.

He hastily stuffed his card into her hand, got back into the car and drove past Verine.

Inside the car, Digby Hart glanced out the window at Verine, who sat alone on the ground, leaving him with a view of her lonely and slim silhouette.

Just one look was enough for Digby to divert his eyes back to the stock market on his tablet.

The Linggo Group’s shares were plummeting rapidly as large numbers of retail investors sold off their stocks.

However, by the time Digby had entered the market, it was already too late.

Agave Rinto had started to make his move.

Starting tomorrow, the glory of The Linggos will completely come to an end.

Verine Hayes picked herself up and continued walking.

Along the way, she noticed the card she held in her hand.

Under a street lamp, she took a closer look at it.

The card belonged to Zhao Wei, an assistant secretary in the Artie Group, with his contact number printed at the back.

Upon seeing the words ‘Artie Group’, Verine Hayes’ pupils constricted abruptly.

She picked up the card, her fingers crumpling the gold-edged, new name card.

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On this night, some people found it difficult to sleep, while others were just beginning a lovely dream.

After Aubree Groove had bathed, Snowy Gartia lay sprawled over her bed, nearly taking up two-thirds of it while in the midst of a sweet dream.

Aubree shook her head and smiled helplessly, covering her with a blanket.

As the internet went wild, Aubree switched off the lights and closed her eyes in the never-ending darkness.

The dawn was worth enduring the long night for.

Peter Aria, Vanessa Aria, and Charlotte Aria took the earliest flight back to Lostswa, their departure unnoticed by all.

Throughout the whole journey, Vanessa Aria stayed unconscious.

Charlotte Aria knew something was amiss but didn’t dare to question Peter Aria.

Matthew Aria’s secretary personally picked them up from the airport.

Seeing Vanessa Aria unconscious, he was taken aback.

“What happened to Ms.

Aria?”

“Let’s go home first,” Peter Aria replied coldly.

He nonchalantly pushed Vanessa Aria into the back seat of the car.

The secretary furrowed his eyebrows, giving Peter Aria a peculiar look.

This…

this was the mistress of The Arias, the apple of the old lady’s eye.

Was it really alright to treat her so roughly?

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