NOVPUBChapter 1270: 575 Mountain Toll Collection_3 Chapter 1270: 575 Mountain Toll Collection_3 A group of people dressed in black surged into the room.
Finnian Moore, for the moment, dared not act rashly.
He motioned the men in black to back down as his gaze fixed on the silhouette by the French windows.
“Rafferty, you finally show yourself.”
A figure slowly emerged from behind the curtains, standing tall and elegant.
His usually gentle brows, however, were clouded with frostiness.
The man narrowed his eyes, “Peter Aria.”
“Thirteen years ago, where is Nikita Parker?”
Rafferty quirked an eyebrow, “So, Mr.
Aria, you’re a romantic after all.
...
It’s been more than a decade, yet you’re still entangled in your past love.
How touching.”
Peter Aria raised his pistol, aiming straight at Rafferty’s head, “I’ll ask you again, where is Nikita Parker?”
Rafferty had somewhat feminine features.
At a glance, he appeared delicate, with slender eyes that slightly hooked at the ends.
When he looked at someone, his gaze held both a captivating depth and a deadly coldness.
At that moment, his eyes were enchanting as a seductive demon, yet harsh and mocking.
“Let me think! Nikita Parker, such a beauty, especially her skin, as soft as a peeled egg.
Even when she cries, I can’t help feeling pity for her!”
The man’s voice was frivolous, his smile lascivious, as if the woman he was talking about was merely a tool for his amusement.
Peter Aria’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his trigger finger twitching.
He was perilously close to losing control.
“Kill me, and you will never know her whereabouts, hahaha!”
The man roared with laughter, his voice grating to the listener.
A hand landed on the barrel of the gun, accompanied by a faint whiff of fragrance.
Peter Aria looked up in surprise, “Aubree Groove!”
“Put your gun away, such threats are futile.”
Aubree Groove turned around, looking at the man whose smile had suddenly frozen in place.
“You!.” Rafferty stared at the young lady in front of him, a flicker of fire dancing in his eyes.
“He is Aurora Brun’s twin brother, and Aurora owes you her life.
Is this how you repay her kindness?” The young lady’s soft questioning voice hit him like a bolt of thunder, leaving him in a muddled state.
Elatedly, he demanded, “How do you know about this?”
Only Aurora and he knew about this matter.
Had Aurora told someone else?
Impossible, Aurora would never spread such a thing around casually.
“Years ago, you willingly fell into a hunter’s trap to save a rabbit.
The darkness could not erase your conscience, after all these years, does the wound on your foot still ache from time to time?”
Rafferty gripped his bat tightly and pointed it at Aubree Groove, his eyes filled with cruelty.
“Who exactly are you?”
One step at a time, Aubree Groove drew closer to him.
Behind her, Peter Aria was anxiously shouting, “Aubree! come back.”
But she seemed not to hear, advancing step by step with clear eyes and a firm stride.
“I am Aubree Groove.”
“Don’t come any closer.” Rafferty retreated, his grip on the bat tightening.
“Over the years, you’ve become Virginia Frost’s pawn and have harmed so many people, you must be feeling uncomfortable at the bottom of your heart.
You were once so kind-hearted that you couldn’t bear to harm a rabbit, I believe your conscience hasn’t died yet.”
The young lady’s hushed voice was like clear water washing away the filth of the world, subtly, it makes one’s heart sink.
“Now, drop the bat.
I believe in you, you can do it.”
Rafferty’s eyes gradually turned vacant, he muttered, “Sister Callista!”
The young lady smiled.
Her eyes, hidden in the depth of time, gradually brightened.
His grip on the bat slackened, just as it was about to slip from his hand, a flash of malice glinted in his eyes.
Suddenly, he looked up, murderous intent emanating from him.
However, at that moment, Jayden Moore sprang into action, he used shackles to secure Rafferty’s throat and threw him to the ground.
Jayden grasped his arms, bellowed, and trapped Rafferty in his grip.
“Damn it, if I don’t kill you today, I will be damned.”
Aubree Groove’s eyes became icy cold, inch by inch.
Her face no longer held any trace of a smile.
Finnian Moore waved his hand, and four men in black walked in, restraining Rafferty on the ground.
Jayden Moore quickly took off the handcuffs and threw them onto Rafferty, “I almost fell for your act.”
Noticing a pair of icy eyes, Jayden Moore grinned nervously, “Mistress, thanks to you.
If you hadn’t distracted him, I wouldn’t have been able to handle him.
He’s too cunning.”
Aubree Groove looked at the struggling man with pity in her eyes.
Once a boy who was kind-hearted enough to pity a rabbit, now turned into a ruthless killer.
Virginia Frost, just how many people have been ruined by your selfish desires?
Rafferty ceased struggling, raised his head, and saw the sorrow in her eyes.
He suddenly stopped resisting.
