NOVPUBChapter 1460: 661 is waiting for me to find her_6 Chapter 1460: 661 is waiting for me to find her_6 She spoke so self-righteously that Peter Aria found it laughable.
Did this young girl seriously think it was wonderful to be a Buddhist Woman?
She was merely a tool for others to use, once she took this path, she no longer held control over her own life.
Anyone could sprout impressive rhetoric.
Charlotte Aria was an understanding girl, but she was far from being the Buddhist Woman standard.
Unlike the Buddha who sought the salvation of all beings, she probably couldn’t even fully recite a Buddhist scripture.
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Peter Aria suddenly thought of someone, but how could that be possible…
This prediction of the Buddhist Woman must be false; it was nothing more than a manipulative tactic of the Z Sect, it could never be true.
Peter Aria, who had previously been unperturbed, suddenly became serious, causing Charlotte Aria to hold her tongue.
After Peter Aria left, Charlotte Aria reached out and played with the Buddhist beads that she was wearing.
She had spent a large sum to acquire the beads from an antique market.
She had to admit, fiddling with the Buddhist beads often helped her maintain a tranquil state of mind.
She remembers that Aubree Groove always wore a string of Buddhist beads made of sandalwood on her wrist, it was an ugly, gray color that completely mismatched her aura.
A string of Buddhist beads wasn’t very revealing, but through the marketing efforts of Charmaine Dankworth, everyone in Jimenez’s upper echelons knew that she, Charlotte Aria, was the reincarnated Buddhist Woman.
The more knowledgeable and powerful, the more people revered deities and Buddha.
Add to that Master Kurong’s golden words, naturally, no one would doubt her.
Wherever she went, she was always treated with the utmost respect especially by the elders.
Having tasted power, she truly understood that, to her who was not content with mediocrity, this was a golden opportunity to change her destiny.
She wanted to be superior, to have everyone look up to her.
From then on, those who she detested could only be trampled under her feet.
But Aubree Groove was like a hanging sword above her head, causing a sense of unease in her heart.
She must ensure that person could no longer step foot on Jimenez soil – only then could she sleep soundly at night.
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Peter Aria met with Madon Linggo at a teahouse.
Three months ago, Madon Linggo was reassigned back to Lostswa, serving as the chief of a certain department.
Peter Aria told Madon Linggo about The Ghost Festival and asked him to investigate.
“I heard about this situation, are you suspecting a conspiracy? 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
However, this would be challenging to investigate, you need to give me some time.”
“Much obliged.”
“Let’s do away with the formalities.”
Madon Linggo wanted to ask how the search for his child was going but felt it might strike a nerve, so he dropped the subject.
“By the way, there is something strange I need to discuss with you.
In Pethkids, there have been frequent incidents in the past few months.
I have secretly had someone investigate and they discovered a mysterious force infiltrating.
Considering what happened to Mr.
Elijah earlier, I think it’s not simple.
You are close to Mr.
Hart, you should remind him that he may be targeted next.”
Peter Aria frowned: “Is such a thing even possible?”
He thought about what happened to Aubree Groove on Beverley Island.
Could she be in danger?
Madon Linggo started to say something but stopped.
He figured that knowing too much might not be a good thing for Peter Aria.
The situation is more complicated than it seems, the initial suspicion is that a mysterious force from overseas is involved.
The goal is unclear and it requires more time and effort to investigate.
Peter Aria and Madon Linggo parted ways at the entrance of the teahouse.
Just as Peter Aria was about to head to the parking lot, a young man wearing a blue hoodie with a skull motif came directly towards him.
The man’s hood was up, hiding his face, and he was heading straight for Peter Aria.
Peter Aria sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around.
The young man made a dash for him, brandishing a sharp dagger.
“Mr.
Aria.” Madon Linggo, who hadn’t gotten far, saw what was happening and rushed back, but it was too late.
The young man’s knife was already aimed at Peter Aria’s back.
Madon Linggo was horrified.
This man dared to attack in broad daylight, what kind of grudge could he possibly have against Peter Aria?
However, just as the young man’s knife was about to pierce Peter Aria’s body, he suddenly froze and face planted on the ground.
Peter Aria turned around and saw that the back of the young man’s blue hoodie was soaked with blood, clearly showing a bullet hole.
Madon Linggo rushed over, crouched down and checked for a pulse, there was still breath.
Good.
Peter Aria dialed 120 while Madon Linggo called the Police Department to send someone to the scene immediately.
Suddenly, Madon Linggo looked up, his sharp gaze locked onto a building across the street: a hotel.
He focused on a window on the third floor of the hotel, but the curtains were drawn, blocking any view inside.
Suddenly, Madon Linggo got up, “Keep an eye on him.”
Without any further explanation, he rushed towards the hotel.
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It was warm and cozy inside the Holy Temple’s chamber.
A delicate hand delicately arranged a Plum Blossom in a vase.
Suddenly, the thorn of the plum branch pricked her delicate fingertip, a red drop of blood oozing out and dropping onto the Red Plum Blossom, making it seem even more vibrant.
“Holy Master.” The Vermilion Bird stopped outside the beaded curtains.
“What is it?” Her tone was casual, unconcerned and languid.
As the Vermilion Bird finished his report, a priceless celadon vase fell and shattered into pieces.
“What did you say?”
The Holy Master never lost her temper, even her voice when questioning was always gentle.
However, Vermilion Bird knew, this was just a facade.
