The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402: 651 Encounter_6 Chapter 1402: 651 Encounter_6 Butler Rinto approached sternly, “I ask you, how could you plot against Master McKay with that woman outside?

Are you such a foolish child, with a head filled with water?”

Josephine Rinto sighed: “Oh, father, you are more naive than those women, still fantasizing about me marrying Master McKay.

Please wake up.”

Butler Rinto glanced carefully at the door, glared at her, and whispered, “Why not?

I am telling you, Master McKay and I made an agreement.

When I supported him, he promised me one condition….”.

“If you threaten him with this condition now, do you think Master McKay will agree to it?

By then, we, father and daughter, will be kicked out.

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You were quite smart when you were young.

How come you are getting more and more confused as you age?”

Butler Rinto paced around the room, “How could I not worry?

Will there be a place for you once the Rintos has a mistress?

Can you stand by and let someone else take all this wealth?”

Josephine Rinto patted her face: “Look at my facial features, do you think I can seduce Master McKay?”

Butler Rinto clenched his teeth, lowered his voice: “I have a medicine here, it is said to be an ancient imperial formula…”.

Josephine Rinto laughed mockingly: “Dad, just give up this ideal of yours, marrying Master McKay is impossible for me.

I don’t like him, and he definitely won’t fancy me.

If you want to make sure that your daughter lives a peaceful life without being hated by the future mistress, you’d better quiet down.”

Butler Rinto walked around, “Listen, I’ve got a fair understanding of Master McKay’s thoughts, he’s interested in that individual!”

It took Josephine Rinto a while to realize who he was referring to, and she said incredulously: “Dad, have you gone mad, what are you babbling about?

She is Master McKay’s aunt.”

Butler Rinto scoffed: “She is not Pindo Rinto’s daughter, she can fool outsiders, but not me.”

It took a while for Josephine Rinto to find her voice: “Does Master McKay know?”

Butler Rinto nodded: “This is what I worry about most.

Master McKay knowingly brought her back to the Rinto family and gave her full trust.

This woman will eventually ruin the Rinto family.”

There was one thing he didn’t say, that this woman reminded him of Marshella Yate.

She’ll bring a catastrophe to the Rinto family.

Now Josephine Rinto’s face froze, “Dad, I hope this is the last time you’ve said such things.

Since the return of Mistress to the Rinto family, haven’t you seen all the things she has done?

This time, she found the missing crew members, saving much honor for Rinto family, ask yourself, could you have done that?

Who in the Rinto family could?

A group of men, none of them has the ability, means, and courage as that young lady.

The only comfort for them is to discredit her.

You are my father, I shouldn’t suspect you with the worst intentions, but the Mistress is the person I admire the most in this world.

I won’t allow anyone to insult her, and that includes you.

In my heart, she will always be the Mistress of the Rinto family.”

“Also, you forgot your own identity as a butler.

It’s your job to do your duty, not to sit and speculate about the master.

Are you finding life too comfortable?”

Josephine Rinto wouldn’t give him any face just because he was her father.

If she didn’t shake him awake, he would continue to be confused, and then it would be too late to say anything.

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About four hundred miles east of South Beverley is a small island.

The area is half the size of South Beverley, with an abundance of coconut trees and lush vegetation, making it an ideal place for human habitation.

Aubree Groove landed on the island at noon the next day and found it even better than she had imagined, making her very satisfied.

Nicholas Drake grabbed a handful of soil, “The soil here contains a large amount of phosphorus and calcium, which is suitable for growing crops and tropical fruits.”

That made it much better than South Beverly, which, due to the radiation from uranium mining, had toxic soil which not only prevented plant growth but made it impossible for people to live there for an extended period.

Consequently, Aubree Groove had asked Delan Sparrow to find a habitable island for the local people to migrate to.

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Delan Sparrow had a lot of money and more than three hundred pirates under him.

Building an island is not an issue.

The only thing needed is time.

This island is not on the usual sailing route towards the south and it doesn’t even show up on the navigation system; it really is a utopia.

Days without the trouble of pirates will indeed be happy for the people living here.

Aubree Groove came back to South Beverly island in the evening.

As soon as she landed, Summer Anderson came rushing over, “Sister, Granny, Blood, blood!.”.

She was so agitated that her words were coming out one after another.

Aubree Groove took her hand and said gently, “Don’t panic, you take me to her now.”

Summer Anderson started to run, pulling her along, and soon they arrived in front of the small house where a shell wind chime hung on the window which Aubree Groove had once visited.

A woman’s severe coughing could be heard from inside the house.

Aubree Groove went in and saw a woman lying on a simple wooden bed.

Blood was pooled on the floor in front of the bed, a sight that shook her to the core.

“Granny.” Summer Anderson ran forward.

The woman opened her eyes and saw the young lady standing at the door, and for a moment, she was stunned.

That day, she had only taken a distant look and had not seen her face.

Now, at such a close distance, that face gave her a very familiar feeling.

The fingers hanging at her side couldn’t help but tremble.

She propped herself up to a sitting position, “Sorry, I’ve troubled you again.”

She spoke Mandarin, with no discernible accent.

The young lady’s wise eyes were staring at her silently, as if all her disguises seemed absurd before those eyes.

She subconsciously touched her face, “May I wash my face.”

Before Aubree Groove could reply, the woman got up from the bed, walked to the corner, took a towel hanging on a rack made of branches, moistened it with water, and started to wipe her face, her neck, her arms.

When she faced Aubree Groove again, it was with a pale face.

She had delicate eyebrows and apricot eyes, giving her an elegant appearance.

Although her skin was fair, it exhibited a sickly paleness.

Aubree Groove looked at the woman in front of her and sighed silently in her heart.

The woman across was also carefully sizing her up.

Her worn eyes seemed to have experienced the ebb and flow of time in a moment.

After a long silence, she suddenly asked, “If I may ask, how old are you this year?”

“I know this question is abrupt, but …”.

The woman’s eyes were tinged with sorrow, as if she was reminiscing about something.

“Eighteen.” The young lady on the other side answered.

“Eighteen?” The woman muttered to herself and shook her head sadly.

She must’ve lost her mind to think that she’s that child.

The next moment, the young lady grabbed her wrist and put her finger on her pulse.

“Stay still, let me feel your pulse for you.”