Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

Bella sighed softly.

They understood Wyatt well. If Wyatt knew that Shannon was the

mastermind, he might have sent someone to assassinate her.

Bella thought it was not an elegant solution. Killing someone meant you had to pay the price for it, so they could get into trouble.

She could fight fairly and play dirty tricks, but dealing with a vicious woman like Shannon would require her to pull out all the stops.

“Aunt Celeste, look at this person. Do you recognize him?”

Bella held her phone and showed Celeste the culprit’s photo. Since the culprit was masked during the attack, Celeste did not see his face.

“This man… He…”

Celeste’s eyes gradually widened. “His name is Adrian Sterling, an assistant at TS Channel. He often ran errands around the TV stati

like serving drinks to the actors.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“That means he’s free to enter the TS headquarters, right?”

“That’s not all. He also did some odd jobs on the set. When we don

have enough actors, he would jump in to be an extra.”

Celeste asked in confusion, “Bella, what happened? Why are you suddenly asking about this man?”

Bella furrowed her brows. A chilling thought suddenly emerged in her mind.

Bella walked out of Celeste’s room with a gloomy and worried face.

“Ms. Bella.”

A servant came up and said respectfully, “A young man is waiting for

you at the door for quite some time.”

Bella’s heart skipped a beat as her palms started to sweat. She could

not help thinking about how Justin had looked when he stood facing

the wind and snow, patiently waiting for her.

“Did you tell anyone else?” Bella asked, her voice hoarse.

The servant answered, “No. He asked me to only inform you privately instead of disturbing others,”

“Got it.”

Bella adjusted her breath and walked across the spacious courtyard, arriving at the door with a throbbing heart.

Thump… Thump…

For some reason, although they had parted ways unpleasantly th day, she did not harbor much resentment toward him. Instead, h heart was beating so fast that it was almost out of control.

Bella could not understand her own heart.

She pushed the door open and raised her gaze, her long lashes fluttering.

“Bella.”

A gentle voice rang out with affection, sounding clear and pleasant.

However, Bella’s hopeful heart was disappointed.

The man in front of her was holding an Akhal-Teke and staring at her

with a passionate gaze and warm smile. It was not Justin.

It was Christopher.

How could it not be Justin?