The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith-Chapter 838 - : 416 Obsession_2
Chapter 838: 416 Obsession_2
Madam, please, in no way, think it was his idea, let alone suspect his loyalty.
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Just then, the jarring ring of a mobile phone shattered the silence in the car, causing an instinctive shudder in Belen Philbert’s heart.
A classic ancient lute song; the music was elegant and prolonged, but at this moment, it resonated with an inexplicable eeriness.
It was Madam’s ringtone.
Virginia Frost glanced at the caller ID, her brows slightly knitted, and put the phone to her ear.
Belen Philbert looked at the rear-view mirror.
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“What?” Virginia Frost suddenly sat up straight.
A few biting words slipped out: “Repeat what you just said.”
Bartlett Parker and Belen Philbert exchanged glances, both sniffing an unusual sentiment in the air.
Bartlett Parker lightly tapped the brakes, gradually reducing the speed.
Virginia Frost hung up the call, “Head to Doublefront Bridge.”
“Doublefront Bridge? Madam….”
“I said to go to Doublefront Bridge.” Virginia Frost commanded sternly, her hand slapping forcefully on the back of the driver’s seat.
Bartlett Parker trembled, no longer daring to utter another word, he turned around at the next intersection.
The Doublefront Bridge is near the People’s Park in the northern district of Pethkids, a popular spot filled with influencers live streaming especially at night, with the landmark Era Building to the south.
By midnight, the place was deserted, with only a few internet celebrities left; some singing, some chatting.
“Wanna watch me dance? Sure, whoever gifts me a yacht, I’ll dance.” Isabella Foster took off her coat, revealing a tight fitting dress, her curvaceous body now fully on display.
——Aubree Groove gave the anchor a Ferrari.
——My-precious-gray gave the anchor a luxury yacht 66666.
——Gray, wait till I steal my old man’s medication money, then I’ll send you the yacht!
——The kid stealing his dad’s medication money is too much.
——Get out, kiddo.
——Hey, call 110…
Anchoring the live stream, Beatrice Gray’s face was all-smiles, blowing a kiss at the camera, resulting in more and more gifts flowing in.
——Thank you all for the gifts, I should dance for you then.
Beatrice Gray took a step back, no longer blocking the view, the Doublefront Bridge could now be fully seen in the background. Shrouded in the dark sky, it looked like a slumbering dragon, with the moonlight illuminating the water below, creating silvery ripples.
——Gray’s got an amazing body, wish she was my wife.
——Dream on, dude, just go to bed, dreams can be anything.
——Gray dances superbly… hey, is that someone on the bridge? In a white dress…
——Indeed it is, wandering around on the bridge at this hour, white dress, long flowing hair… WOW, is she Samara Morgan climbing out of the television?
——A ghost, aaah!!
Beatrice Gray was deep into her world of dancing, the barrage of comments rolled faster, she thought they were praising her beauty and shapely figure. So, she danced even more enthusiastically.
——The woman on the bridge looks like she’s about to jump, Gray, stop dancing and turn around!
——Jeez, suicide in the middle of the night, turning into a vengeful spirit?
——Is it just me who finds this scene aesthetically pleasing? Like a cinematic shot; under the moonlight, the flowing white dress, it’s as if a fairy has descended…
——Sure, it’s beautiful, but at this time, isn’t it creepy?
——The anchor’s still dancing, turn around and take a look, perhaps a life could be saved.
The barrage in the live broadcast had taken over the screen, the heat reaching the highest during this time. Beatrice Gray finished her dance and walked over to check her phone.
She saw the viewership skyrocketing, making it onto the trending list of the streaming platform. Beatrice Gray thought to herself how many people liked to watch her dance. She made a mental note to learn more dances when she got back.
“Thank you all for liking my dance moves. Love you all, sending love.”
——Don’t ‘send love,’ turn around… something’s happened.
——Doesn’t the girl on the bridge look familiar to anyone?
——Her white dress, long hair, and otherworldly aura, I don’t think there are two such people in the world.
——Aubree Groove? That can’t be right; wasn’t she dead already? Holy moly, could that be a ghost?
——Getting creepier by the minute, Jesus, Buddha, save us!
——Seriously, she looks similar, the figure, the aura are alike. I heard evil spirits come out to claim lives during the darkest hours of midnight, isn’t it midnight now?
——Prosperity Democracy Civilization Harmony Freedom Equality Justice Law-abiding Patriotism Dedication Honesty Friendliness Prosperity Democracy Civilization Harmony…
——Is the anchor okay? I’m feeling the chills just from behind the screen. Looking at her innocent smile, I so admire her ignorance.
——Let’s run away, a perfectly fine live broadcast has turned into something out of a horror video, the anchor now has her chance to be famous.
