NOVPUBChapter 1297: 587 Hometown_2 Chapter 1297: 587 Hometown_2 “Bright Moon shook her head.
Virginia Frost raised an eyebrow: “That song you were singing earlier was pretty good.
Is it unique to your hometown?”
Bright Moon nodded: “Yes, everyone in my hometown knows how to sing it.”
“Really?
I’m quite curious about your hometown.
What’s it like, this paradise of yours?”
Bright Moon didn’t dare speak anymore.
The more she spoke, the more she could slip.
She absolutely couldn’t let anyone know where her hometown was.
...
Otherwise, that paradise would definitely be destroyed.
After finishing her meal silently, Bright Moon gathered the dishes to wash in the kitchen.
Without realizing, dusk had fallen, and the sky was littered with stars and a shining moon.
At Pethkids dock, a yacht quietly moored.
Two men clad in black, like ghosts, jumped down from the yacht, swiftly landed on the shore, and bypassed the dock guards.
Just as they were about to leave, a drunken man stumbled towards them.
One of the men pulled out a dagger, its cold light gleaming menacingly.
His eyes were devoid of mercy.
His companion held him back, whispering: “We shouldn’t attract attention on this mission.
Let’s leave as soon as possible and find our target.”
The man put away his dagger, kicking a stone from the ground.
The stone sailed through the night and hit right into the drunkard’s knee.
The man screamed, falling to the ground, and didn’t get up.
His companion sighed: “Could you be more careful?
This isn’t our turf.
Any trouble here could mess up Madam’s plan.
None of us could bear that responsibility.”
Leaving the dock, they were hit by the bright lights and bustling traffic of a thriving city.
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The doorbell rang suddenly.
Bright Moon wiped her wet hands on her apron and dashed out of the kitchen: “I’ll get the door.”
She was living off Mr.
Brian’s hospitality, unable to provide anything of value, so she had to work hard whenever possible.
Standing outside the door was a beautiful young lady dressed in black, her solemn attire accentuating her pure white skin, as pristine as snow.
Bright Moon looked surprised: “Ms.
Aubree?
Are you here to see Mr.
Brian?”
Aubree Groove nodded with a smile.
Bright Moon scratched her head: “But Mr.
Brian isn’t here!.”
Aubree’s gaze travelled over Bright Moon’s shoulder, locking eyes with Kelly Martinez.
Kelly cleared her throat: “She’s here to see me.”
Bright Moon was even more confused, “But Ms.
Aubree, isn’t Mr.
Brian who you wanted to see?
You’re…?”
Ignoring Bright Moon, Aubree walked past her into the house, leaving a confused Bright Moon behind.
What exactly was wrong?
When Virginia Frost saw Aubree enter, her pupils involuntarily constricted.
Squinting, she said, “So, you’ve finally come.”
All of a sudden, Virginia Frost relaxed into the sofa, “If I’m in your hands, I’ll accept my fate.
Do whatever you want.”
Aubree moved to the corner and lighted an incense stick.
Then she turned, the blue flame in her palm flickering gently.
“What are you still waiting for, Madam?”
Virginia Frost sprang up suddenly, her face all twisted in fear.
Her skin beneath the flame was crawling with veins, as if ready to burst at any second.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, as if using all her strength: “What!what have you done?”
“The jade priest from Rafferty, Skyla Mountain.
As expected, the cunning one is Madam.”
Virginia Frost tried to snatch the flame from Aubree’s palm, but she was swiftly pinned down by Kelly Martinez.
Frost began to wrestle with Kelly.
Being a highly skilled fighter herself, she managed to put up a good fight.
After a few exchanges, they both bore injuries.
Kelly wiped the blood from her lips and chuckled coldly: “Virginia Frost, you’re good at hiding.”
Virginia Frost turned towards Aubree, taking steps towards her.
Extending her arm, she pleaded: “I beg you, could you please give him back to me?
I’ve been waiting for over ten years.
If you return him to me, I’ll do whatever you want.
I’ll surrender, confess to my crimes!and give you all the information about my hidden checkmates.
I just ask for my husband back.”
Right then, the usually proud and graceful Madam Frost was begging, undignified, and desperate.
Aubree shook her head, her eyes full of pity, “Such cruel methods are bound to lead you to bad karma.
Even if your husband is revived, he will only live for a few years.
After his death, his soul would scatter, forever barred from the cycle of reincarnation.
Is it worth it?”
Virginia Frost shrieked in despair: “I don’t care about next lives.
I just want him to live…
I just want this life.”
What did her next life matter to her?
What she wanted was Jayden Drake who belonged to her and only her.
