NOVPUBChapter 1149: 522 Secret_3 Chapter 1149: 522 Secret_3 “Alright, stop sucking up,” Anton Cook was speechless.
This girl knew how to flatter him too well.
How could she be so slick at such a young age?
“How dare you call Sister Aubree a horse?”
Anton Cook: …
“Aubree Groove.”
Ms.
Aubree turned her head, recognized the person coming, and smiled: “Dr.
Aria.”
Next to Peter Aria was a beautiful woman with an elegant and gentle demeanor.
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The woman was watching her intently, smiling as she walked over.
“Ms.
Aubree, I have heard so much about you.”
Aubree nodded: “Hello.”
“My name is Loretta, I’m a nanny at the Aria’s house.”
She carried herself with such grace and confidence, even more so than Vanessa Aria, making it hard to believe she was merely a nanny at the Aria’s household.
Peter Aria said gently, “Loretta was raised in the Aria’s house since a young age, almost like my younger sister.”
I see.
Loretta said, “Ms.
Aubree, your performance in guessing the riddle just now was impressive.
The matron of our family adores bright girls, if she had seen you, she would have liked you very much.”
Aubree replied diplomatically: “Madam Aria is a respected elder with profound virtues, how can I dare to presume her favor?”
Loretta gave a light chuckle, “No, you’re very good, even better than you realize.”
Aubree glanced at the woman in front of her, her eyes reflecting a whirlpool of emotions.
Sighing, Aubree looked away.
Peter Aria glanced at his watch: “It’s getting late, I should take you home.”
Aubree said, “I will return home with my friends, Dr.
Aria need not accompany me.”
Sheila Cook tugged at the corner of Aubree’s dress, pleading in a childish tone: “Aubree, let my uncle take you home.
I still want to play with you.”
Aubree glanced at Anton Cook.
Anton immediately offered, “I drove here, let me give you and your friends a ride.”
Aubree refused, “That won’t work, Sheila.
You should head home and get some rest, we’ll see each other again if it’s meant to be.”
With those words, she nodded at them and turned to leave.
Sheila Cook glared at her uncle Anton Cook, “Uncle, you’re no help!”
Anton shrugged and said to Peter, “Uncle, I should take Sheila home.”
Without waiting for a response, he ushered Sheila Cook away.
Peter Aria stood by the river, his hands behind his back.
The fireworks in the distance kept rising and falling, illuminating the night sky.
Their reflection danced on the river surface.
“Sir, she is even more exceptional than I imagined.
Truly worthy of having the blood of Madam Aria flowing through her veins, that graceful aura is just innate.”
Charlotte Aria, who Madam Aria had doted on for so many years, seemed to pale in comparison to the lightness and elegance of this girl.
This descends from the bloodline.
Peter Aria seemed to think of something and a gentle smile touched his lips.
In the darkness, a slight crunching sound could be heard, like that of breaking twigs.
Loretta’s face immediately changed color as she spun around to look at the rockery behind them.
“Who’s there?”
Charlotte Aria slowly emerged from behind the rockery, “Uncle, so you’re here.
I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Her face bore a look of slight grievance but also of surprise.
Loretta squinted at her but didn’t find anything amiss, “Ah, it’s Miss Charlotte.”
“Loretta.”
Charlotte Aria walked over, her brows furrowed with worry: “I’m sorry for disappointing you earlier.”
Loretta chuckled, “Miss Charlotte, winning and losing is part of life.
Don’t overthink it, just let it go.”
A hint of cunning flashed across Charlotte’s eyes and she put on a face of enlightenment: “You’re right, Loretta.”
Peter Aria quickly looked away, causing Charlotte to grit her teeth in pain, helping her keep her wits about.
Peter Aria walked away, “It’s getting late.
I’ll take you home.”
Charlotte stared at her uncle’s retreating figure, her eyes suddenly dropping.
Her heart sunk.
Turns out her uncle was keeping a secret.
And that secret had something to do with Aubree.
No… 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The thought of a certain possibility made Charlotte’s pulse race.
“Miss Charlotte, what are you thinking about?” Loretta inquired, breaking her train of thoughts.
Charlotte quickly put on a smile, “I was just thinking about what birthday gift to give to grandma.
You’ve been with her for so many years, you must know her tastes very well.
Can you give me some advice?”
Loretta chuckled: “The Madam will be pleased with your filial piety.
It doesn’t matter what you gift, as long as it’s from you, she will like it.”
Charlotte whispered, “I see, thank you, Loretta.”
Loretta glanced at the girl beside her, squinting slightly.
