NOVPUBChapter 1176: Plot 531_3 Chapter 1176: Plot 531_3 Although the WT Organization had lost its original significance in Virginia Frost’s hands, her willingness to murder so blatantly showed that her cruelty had crossed the line.
Cello Cook put down his pen, pondering, “Virginia Frost’s influence extended to the Arias over thirteen years ago.”
“Do you know the true name of the Rain God?”
“Stop beating around the bush, just tell me.”
“Aurora Brun.”
Cello Cook suddenly looked up, a connection forming in his mind, he murmured, “So that’s how it is…”
“Perhaps from the very beginning, when Aurora went missing, it was all part of Virginia’s plan.
She was playing a masterful game of chess.”
This game, she began to strategize over thirty years ago.
Decades of calculated plotting suggested that there must be something about the Arias that Virginia wanted, she wasn’t the type to bother otherwise.
As Cello Cook pondered, a rumor suddenly came to mind.
“No good, the Arias are about to face disaster.”
Virginia Frost would undoubtedly take this opportunity to attack the Arias, “So, Vanessa Aria is one of her own.”
The traffic accident today was indeed a thoroughly planned conspiracy.
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Attacking the Lewis while manipulating the Arias, she was indeed an excellent chess player, she’d managed to revitalize a dead game.
“If Ms.
Aubree hadn’t shown up just in time, Virginia’s plot would have succeeded.”
Harvey Chambers said, “We owe a lot to Ms.
Aubree this time.
People are saying she’s an incarnation of a goddess, always appearing just in time to help.
It seems the rumors might be true.”
If Aubree hadn’t suddenly appeared and saved Edric Lewis, the consequences are hard to imagine.
Cello Cook genuinely expressed his appreciation, “I was prejudiced at first, she’s a good kid.”
“From this point of view, Young Master’s eye for people is excellent.
Such a good girl should be held onto tightly, or you may regret it later.”
Cello Cook fell silent.
He suddenly recalled Master Kuye’s comments.
Could it be her?
Sullivan’s destined calamities, could she be the cause?
“Uncle, you eavesdropped on Dad’s conversation.” The little girl sneakily appeared, clutching Anton Cook’s sleeve, a face of wicked delight.
Anton Cook hurriedly covered her mouth, “Quiet down, little miss.”
Sheila Cook blinked her big innocent eyes, adorable and cute.
“Stop talking and I’ll let you go.”
Sheila Cook fluttered her long, thick eyelashes.
Anton Cook let go of her, and Sheila Cook quietly said, “Uncle, did you steal my Phoenix Flower Lantern again?”
Anton Cook’s ears turned slightly red as he stubbornly said, “Naughty girl, don’t falsely accuse people.”
“Humph, you’re the thief.
Madam Grant saw you sneaking into my room.
You’re a grown-up and yet still stealing things, you have no shame.”
Anton Cook twisted her ear, “Sheila Cook, are you itching for a spanking?”
Sheila Cook immediately shouted, “Dad, save me, Uncle is bullying me.”
It was too late for Anton Cook to cover her mouth.
The door to the study opened and a shadow fell across them.
Sheila Cook burped, “Dad, Uncle is bullying me.”
Cello Cook frowned at Anton Cook, “Do you have too much free time?
Tomorrow you will return to school, it’s unacceptable for young people to be idle instead of studying.
What kind of image does that project?”
Anton Cook coughed, “I can’t tomorrow, I’m going to celebrate Granny Aria’s birthday.”
“Then, the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow is the weekend; school is out.”
Cello Cook took a deep breath, “Monday, you must go to school.” 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
Sheila Cook interjected in a ghostly voice, “Uncle, did you fail to get into university?”
Anton Cook smiled sheepishly, “Sorry to disappoint, but your uncle here is a top student at Lostswa University.”
Anton Cook, as a talented music student, was directly admitted to Lostswa University’s College of Arts, majoring in modern popular music and classical music.
While the college education was a feather in his cap, his high school studies had already covered everything in the college curriculum.
He relied on talent in this aspect; the knowledge gained from the classroom paled in comparison to his experience in the music industry over the years.
Given his achievements now, it was conceited to say that the music college’s teachers were unworthy to teach him.
After being admitted last year, he only submitted a set of materials on the first day of school and never showed up again.
While the school had tried contacting him a few times, Anton Cook had either been busy with performing or composing, and had cast the school aside.
The school naturally wouldn’t dare offend him, treating him as a mascot and hoping that he would one day return.
His status as a top talent at Lostswa University’s College of Arts was not even worth mentioning in comparison to the numerous music awards he had won and his illustrious career.
It was only at this time that Anton Cook remembered he was still technically a university student.
