NOVPUBChapter 1220: 547 Precious Sword (Second Revision)_1 Chapter 1220: 547 Precious Sword (Second Revision)_1 Aubree Groove gathered strength in her right hand, silently landing a blow on the man’s waist.
The man grunted softly, and Aubree took the chance to break free from his embrace.
Stepping back, she nonchalantly brushed her skirt.
Her eyes held a cold yet tender look in the darkness of night.
How could a person possess such extreme contrasting gazes, as enchanting as a foggy haze, compelling in its contradictions?
Night Hawk approached her with heavy steps, “You’re Callista.
Your eyes cannot lie, I don’t know why you won’t admit it; Are you still blaming me?”
Aubree watched the cars speeding under the overpass: “A dead person, why bother?
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It’s time to look ahead.”
The man clenched his fist, repressing a touch of hostility, “I failed her.
If I could have been a little faster back then…”
Years ago, he had been dispatched by Virginia Frost to carry out a mission in a different location.
By the time he received the news and rushed back, it was too late.
All that was left for him was a brutally battered corpse.
Thirteen years had passed, and not a single day went by without regret.
He had indulged in tyranny, nourishing Virginia Frost’s ambition step by step.
Everything went wrong starting from the moment he set foot in the Orphanage.
Countless midnight dreams returned him back to that day.
The little girl hid in a tiny dark room, curled up, clutching her knees, such a pitiful sight.
If he hadn’t reached out to her back then, the subsequent tragedy would not have occurred.
No…
Night Hawk shuddered, deeply furrowing his brows.
He too was part of Virginia Frost’s scheme.
“If Aurora Brun hadn’t died, would you have become an enemy with Virginia Frost for her?
That outcome might have been more miserable than now.
Everything happens for a reason, and the present is the best outcome.”
Aubree picked up the medicine bag, not lingering any longer, turned around and walked down the staircase.
Night Hawk watched as Aubree disappeared into the Hospital, his fingers clutching the railing, followed by a slow release.
He turned around, striding down the stairs, heading towards a black car parked along the road.
Agave Rinto squinted his eyes, instructing the driver, “Follow them.”
The vehicle sailed smoothly into the mansion.
The car door opened, Night Hawk stepped out.
Dixon Chambers sprinted out from the mansion, “Boss, you’re finally back, she’s been throwing a tantrum, insisting on seeing you.”
Despite Virginia Frost having committed a serious crime, due to her special status, it was impossible to just arrest her outright.
Until her secretly nurtured influence was entirely rooted out, this course of action was the safest option.
The mansion was entirely surrounded, making it impossible for even a fly to enter.
Night Hawk strode into the mansion: “Get the patrolling guards in place.
This is a critical time, we can’t afford any loopholes.”
There were people who wanted to rescue Virginia Frost, but even more who wished for her death.
Letting her die now would be too easy for her.
“Yes, I will arrange it right away.”
The sound of shattered porcelain came from upstairs, accompanied by a woman’s angry curses.
Night Hawk pushed open the bedroom door, the woman’s curses becoming even clearer.
The woman who was once a dignified madam was now completely a cursing shrew, a complete transformation.
Upon hearing the noise, Virginia Frost turned around and laughed, “The weapon I meticulously cultivated is now back to stab me, how ironic.”
Night Hawk sidestepped the scattered debris, and coldly retorted, “I was merely a pawn in your game, it’s just that the game master encountered a superior player.
Don’t play the blameless victim.”
The woman touched her brow, walking to the window to look at the night scene outside.
“Did that brat from the Cooks die yet?”
“He’s hanging on by a thread.”
“He is really hard to kill.”
“If he dies, Cello Cook will come for your life.
Of course, he won’t spare you now either.”
The woman chuckled, “Aurora Brun’s daughter, how useful this identity is.
At such a young age, her dark mind cannot be underestimated.
She fooled you round and round, Aurora Brun, she could never have a daughter.”
Virginia Frost had envisioned countless possibilities, Auree Groove couldn’t possibly be Aurora Brun’s daughter.
Virginia had fabricated this identity to unite Night Hawk against her.
It was a high stakes gamble, but she had won.
Night Hawk, the fool, becomes stupid when it’s about anything related to Aurora Brun, allowing himself to be toyed with by a girl in her teens.
After a moment of silence, Virginia Frost turned around, seeing no surprise on Night Hawk’s face.
“You knew all along?”
“If Madam wanted to see me just to discuss such pointless matters, I apologize, but I am quite busy.”
He turned to leave after saying this.
“What if I told you…
Aurora Brun can come back?”
Night Hawk stopped in his tracks, spun round violently, “What did you say?”
