The Return Of the Invincible Heiress
Chapter 188 - 178

Chapter 188: Chapter 178

After dinner, Arthur put on his earbuds and listened to music while washing the dishes. From time to time, he would shake his head, sway his hips, and dance on the spot, seeming to enjoy washing the dishes.

The others were all cozied up in the living room.

Wesley brought water for Claire to wash her feet. While Claire was squinting and soaking her feet, he sat behind her and gave her a shoulder massage.

Maria was holding Josie, who was sitting on her lap. They were talking while watching a drama. From time to time, they would curse together, looking quite engrossed in it.

Jaden sat on a recliner in the corner and read, completely unaffected by the sound of the television or anyone else’s voice.

Alaric sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a phone and playing a game with an animated expression.

As for Avery, she was sitting at the bar, working on her computer.

This somewhat messy scene was surprisingly harmonious.

However, Avery kept feeling that someone was watching her, but when she went out to observe, the feeling disappeared.

She thought, Is it just my imagination? I think it’s better to be a little cautious!

After a night passed, the holiday was over, and the family went back to their own busy routines, making it hard to see each other during the day.

Avery initially wanted to stay at home and be a lazy bum, but then she remembered that she had not been to school in over a month. She thought she should at least show up, or it would be embarrassing.

Her appearance caused a stir in the class.

A group of classmates surrounded her. They had lots of things to tell her.

"You’re the pride of our class. You haven’t been here for so long. We even suspected that you transferred schools. The teacher said you were on leave, but we weren’t really convinced."

"Avery, this formula is too complicated. No matter how the professor explains it, I just don’t get it. Can you explain it to me?"

"This question is beyond the syllabus, but it might be tested at the end of the semester. Help us solve it."

When the professor walked into the classroom, he saw Avery explaining the tricky points to a group of classmates.

He stood behind the students and listened for a while. Then, he muttered to himself, "She explains it better than I do. I’ll let Avery take over this class."

Then, he left just like that.

Afterward, he even posted about it in the teachers’ group chat.

Other professors chimed in: [Young people have a common language and communicate easily. I won’t teach today’s class either. I’ll leave it to Avery.]

Just like that, Avery helped the professors work for free for the entire day.

As soon as the afternoon class ended, she left decisively. She decided to only come to school one day a week from then on to avoid continuing to work for the professors.

However, just as she walked out of the school building, the feeling of being watched returned.

The recurring feeling can’t be just my imagination, she thought. Otherwise, I’d have to diagnose myself.

She bought an ice cream from a stand and observed her surroundings as she ate.

It was the same situation.

There were many students around and plenty of hidden spots. She couldn’t spot anyone staring at her.

But she was not antsy at all.

When she arrived at the parking lot, she sat in the driver’s seat and wound down the windows on both sides halfway. Then, she took out a pair of oversized brown-colored glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose.

After that, she picked up her phone and pretended to be on a call, yet she was secretly observing her surroundings through her glasses, looking for people who might be following her.

The glasses she was wearing were not ordinary. Instead, they were all-purpose glasses with magnifying lenses, binoculars, a microscope, night vision goggles, sun protection, impact resistance, and many other functions. They were very powerful.

She was now in "binoculars" mode. She could see everything clearly up to 600 feet away.

While observing, she thought, If I were the stalker, where would I hide to watch me?

Soon, she identified several spots suitable for hiding and peeping.

Her gaze landed on those spots, and she observed them carefully.

Then, she found herself staring into two dark lenses—a pair of binoculars.

It was so awkward...

She tried to pretend she hadn’t seen that person, but she knew he had also noticed the glasses she was using to look at him.

No one could fool anyone.

What should I do? she thought.

Three seconds later, Avery yanked off her glasses, pushed open the car door, and rushed out. Her speed was comparable to that of a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

However, the other person reacted quickly, too.

By the time she bypassed more than ten cars and a few big trees, she finally spotted his hiding place on the third floor with her naked eye. He had already rushed out of the small building and darted into the woods like a rabbit.

Currently, they were about 100 feet apart.

Under normal circumstances, Avery would definitely have been able to catch up.

But he was also quite fast. Besides, the woods ahead were dense and dimly lit. She was unfamiliar with the area. By the time she rushed in, his figure had already disappeared on the other side.

Unable to catch up, Avery could only confirm that the person was a young man.

As she returned to her car, she muttered, "Reacting so quickly and even peeping at me with binoculars... What does he want?"

Then, she drove home.

This time, she finally felt like she wasn’t being watched.

After dinner, she returned to her room, sat at her desk, and took out the photos and videos she had taken at the underwater ruin. Then, she carefully analyzed the words and patterns on them.

Such ancient and complicated prehistoric information certainly could not be completely deciphered on the spot. It would take a long time to figure out.

As she studied, she scribbled notes on a draft, trying to find patterns.

By midnight, she had unknowingly piled up a thick stack of drafts.

These drafts were the culmination of her hard work and were related to the secrets of prehistoric civilization. She could not lose them or let anyone see them.

She took out a mathematics sketchbook, the size of an A3 paper, from the top of the bookshelf and tapped on the many numbers on the hardcover. Then, she opened the book.

There were no pages inside. Instead, there was a hollow box containing photos of Zilvia.

This "sketchbook" wasn’t actually a sketchbook—it was a safe disguised as one.

After retrieving Zilvia’s photos from the old house the other day, she had placed them in the safe to prevent her family from seeing them and feeling sad.

Now, looking at Zilvia’s photos, she felt a mix of emotions.

She thought, The Carter family is happy now. Is it still necessary to seek the truth behind Zilvia’s disappearance or to find her at all? Sometimes, letting go might be the best choice...

After thinking for a moment, Avery took out the photos and put them in her bag. Then, she placed the drafts into the safe and locked it.

She decided that she would put the photos back under the bed in the old house tomorrow and let them be forgotten in the corner.

But she never expected that when she arrived at Viento Court the next morning, the elderly residents in the complex would greet her warmly.

"Avery, didn’t your dad and mom become rich and rent a big house out there? Why is there still someone staying here at night?"

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