The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1039

Chapter 1039: 484 Return to Beijing_3 Chapter 1039: 484 Return to Beijing_3 “Master McKay, Miss will take the three o’clock flight this afternoon, accompanied by Zurich Brian and Raquel Webb and, well…

Anton Cook.”

Once Finnian Moore’s words fell, he could distinctly feel the temperature in the study room plummet.

He boldly continued: “The invitation to the Spring Festival Gala is not easy for anyone to refuse.

It’s also a chance for Miss to interact with the public.”

Agave Rinto thought for a moment and said: “Have our people keep a close eye on Virginia Frost, so she doesn’t get the opportunity to harm Aubree Groove.”

“Don’t worry, Master McKay.

Our people have been watching since early morning.”

“And what about Night Hawk?”

Back on Whitehead Mountain, not only did Peter Aria and Madon Linggo recognize Night Hawk, but he also guessed Night Hawk’s identity.

He let people follow him as soon as they descended the mountain.

Finnian Moore lowered his head, “I’m sorry, Master McKay, but we lost him.

...

He may have already left Pethkids.”

Agave Rinto rubbed his forehead, “Forget it, I never had much hope from you watchdogs.”

After all, that was Night Hawk, the top agent.

But, what exactly was his purpose for getting close to Aubree Groove?

Agave Rinto always had a feeling that his intentions were not as simple as they appeared.

—

Anton Cook stood out too much, so they separated at the airport to wait for the flight.

However, Anton Cook’s figure was so good that no matter how well he disguised himself, those sharp-eyed fans would still recognize him.

Before long, he was encircled by layers of people.

Kelly Martinez shook his head, “What a horrid situation.”

Aubree Groove said, “Let’s help him out.”

Kelly Martinez snapped his fingers, “Alright, I’ll play the role of hero saving the damsel in distress.”

Kelly Martinez rushed into the crowd, shielding Anton Cook behind him.

Loudly, he addressed the crowd, “Everyone, calm down, calm down.

We are very grateful for your love, but our Sullivan still has a plane to catch.

He understands your feelings and asked me to thank you on his behalf.

Please restrain yourselves.”

His voice was quite pleasant and had a distinctive androgynous tinge.

Strong and penetrating, it sounded as if a loudspeaker was blasting in their ears, yet it was hardly annoying, easily drowning out the turmoil.

The crowd miraculously calmed down.

Seizing this moment, Kelly Martinez grabbed Anton Cook’s hand and slipped through the crowd, rushing into the security checkpoint.

Simultaneously, news of Anton Cook appearing in Lostswa Airport had spread across the entire network.

Since the press conference, his popularity has remained high.

Various forums and groups discussed him every day, with his mentions increased by more than three times.

Dario Dankworth’s mysterious and intriguing life was fascinating.

Anton Cook, who had the same face as Dario, made it seem as if Dario was back to life.

And with his own high popularity, this news ignited the public’s passion.

Raquel Webb looked at the plainly dressed Aubree Groove beside her, admiringly saying, “Miss, you really have foresight.”

It’s well-known that Aubree Groove’s dressing style was charitable, always black or white, and she had never been seen in any other color.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Aubree Groove went out today in disguise.

She didn’t wear her signature white or black clothes.

Instead, she wore a caramel-colored coarse linen suit that was overly broad, unadorned but not extravagant.

She consciously hid her presence, the wide brim of her hat covering half her face, and a mask covering the lower half, there was virtually no one who would recognize Aubree Groove.

Her disguise was quite successful.

Aubree Groove twirled the Buddhist beads between her fingers, drew back her gaze, pulled out a book from her bag, and began to read as if she was alone.

Raquel Webb asked, “Miss, have you memorized the speech we gave you?”

Aubree Groove shook her head.

“That’s fine, Miss has a good memory, cramming at the last minute won’t be an issue.”

Aubree Groove flipped a page, not even raising her head as she said, “The one who wrote the speech must be a recent college graduate, right?

There are obvious grammatical errors in several places.

It tries too hard to evoke emotions, I don’t like it.”

“Well!” Raquel Webb said, “I will inform Director Bartholomew immediately, and let her redo…

.”

“No need,” Aubree Groove interrupted her as she tried to make the call.

“If I was invited to be a charity ambassador, I can’t deceive the billion viewers.

I know what to say in my heart.”

Raquel Webb guessed early that Miss probably wouldn’t like someone else’s speech.

Those extravagant words that have been carefully thought over are just filled with deceits and affectations.

True compassion resides in the heart, and no words in the world could portray even a fraction of it.

If there was only one possibility, it could only be Aubree Groove.

—

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The sunset faded, the stars and moon gradually revealed, the brightness of the sky gradually receded, replaced by the endless darkness.

This most prosperous city had started its exciting nightlife.

A black sedan stopped in front of Anton Cook, and an old man got out of the car.

“Young Master.”

“Uncle.” A little girl jumped out of the car and ran to hug Anton Cook.

Kelly Martinez raised an eyebrow, “Having a home is indeed great.”