NOVPUBChapter 1261: 572_3 Chapter 1261: 572_3 Sadam Hayes suddenly felt a tightness in his lower body and began to stutter: “Mr.
Rinto misunderstood, I never thought to tarnish Ms.
Rinto.”
“Glad to hear it.” Agave Rinto said with a smile, releasing his grasp and patting Sadam’s shoulder.
Sadam Hayes’ right hand felt numb, while he smiled courteously, inside he was filled with resentment.
He felt triumphant, already picturing himself above Agave Rinto, with his aunt becoming his mistress.
Everyone watching grew wary at this spectacle.
No matter how beautiful Aubree Groove was, nobody dared to harbor secret intentions towards her.
...
The Rintos were her protective fortress.
In Pethkids, no one could escape their clasp.
Finnian Moore walked over to Agave Rinto carrying a tray with two glasses of red wine.
Agave Rinto handed one of the glasses to Aubree Groove, saying, “This is a new variety from a foreign winery.
Try it.”
Aubree Groove took the wine glass and swirled it gently, her casual actions embodying ineffable elegance.
Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the young pair, utterly upstaging everyone else at the party.
The Rintos just had superior genes.
After taking a sip, Aubree Groove experienced an interesting mix of flavors the wine was slightly puckery, a burning sensation stimulating her dry throat.
The slight moment of dizziness provided an ultimate sensory experience.
She squinted, seeming as if the starlight had gotten into her eyes, creating countless ripples..
Her glorious neckline was long and elegant, much like a beautiful swan.
Under the radiant light, her profile was extraordinarily mesmerizing.
Someone immortalized this scene in a photograph, encapsulating the rich atmosphere.
It was a wondrous sight in their eyes, imagining oneself as the wine, savored by the young lady, which would be a blessing indeed.
Agave Rinto looked at the girl’s slightly intoxicated eyes, his gaze darkened, and he took the wine from her hand and placed it back on the tray.
“I made a mistake.”
Drinking wine can be so alluring, what am I to do with you?
Aubree Groove raised her eyebrows, “Isn’t this a wine party?
Why can’t I drink wine?”
“Don’t you have a precept?
As I remember, you can’t drink wine, right?
It’s my mistake.”
Aubree Groove laughed and picked up the wine glass from the tray.
“The wine will pass through my stomach, but Buddha will stay in my heart.”
Agave Rinto frowned at her, seeing a familiar look in her eyes.
The scene of that night at the dumpling stall…
Unfazed, he smiled slightly and said, “Alright, if you like drinking, enjoy.”
“Aubree Groove.” Alexa Gatten gathered her courage and walked over.
She risked a glance at Agave Rinto, and upon seeing that he didn’t seem to mind, her tension eased.
“When did you return from Lostswa?”
With a sweep of her gaze, Alexa Gatten noticed something indecipherable within Aubree Groove’s eyes; it was an air of superiority, as if she were looking down from a height.
Alexa Gatten held her breath, feeling a deep sense of self-doubt.
Her look was strange, as if they were meeting for the first time.
For everyone, Aubree Groove had always been seen as gentle and kind, as beautiful as the moon between the clouds.
But that was out of their reach—visible, yet unattainable.
But the girl in front of her now was prideful, like a phoenix in the sky.
The bright lights were nothing compared to the galaxies in her eyes.
“I’ve been back for a few days,” the young lady responded, sounding indifferent, almost disinterested.
She reached up and pinched her brow before extending her hand, saying, “Help me over there to catch a breeze.”
Alexa Gatten instinctively gave her hand to Aubree Groove.
The smoothness of her response startled even herself.
Aubree Groove waved to Agave Rinto: “Nephew, your aunt can’t hold her liquor.
I’m going to get some fresh air, carry on.”
As she finished speaking, with the support of Alexa Gatten, she sauntered off.
Agave Rinto stared at her retreating figure, his eyes slightly narrowed.
“Mr.
Rinto!” Someone summoned their courage and approached him for a conversation.
Only then did Agave Rinto retract his gaze.
He signaled Finnian Moore with his eyes and began to engage in boring social chitchat.
Alexa Gatten looked back and exclaimed, “Mr.
Hart is coming out.”
Aubree Groove, who had just reached the side door, turned her head and glanced back.
There was the polished figure of Digby Hart in his suit, easily stepping onto the podium to give his speech.
The room grew quiet after some minor disturbances, with everyone paying attention to Digby Hart’s speech.
There were reporters and photographers from local TV stations present.
Hart’s speech and some scenes from the event would be included in tomorrow’s local news report.
Mr.
Hart is truly remarkable,” Alexa Gatten couldn’t help but verbalise her admiration.
Aubree Groove curved her lips into a smile and walked off through the side door.
The wind was strong in the garden, Alexa Gatten saw the girl next to her suddenly sit on the ground, her hands on her knees, and her eyes half-closed.
Her white skirt fluttered in the wind, bathed in the mellow moonlight, and in the next moment, she looked as if she might dissolve into the air and become immortal.
