Chapter 135 Skeptical About Wynter’s Whereabouts
“Mr. Hilton, this is the place,” the driver said, stopping the car at a junction.
Larry looked skeptically at the narrow and old cobblestone alley. He frowned and asked, ” Are you sure?”
He wondered why Wynter would be in such a place. Next to it was a vegetable market that was brought to life with the sound of people bargaining.
Larry hadn’t been to a place like this since he entered the business industry.
Jerry confirmed, “This is indeed Waterview Alley. Do you still want to go to the hospital across the street to look for her?”
“The hospital? No.” Larry pointed to the alley and replied, “This place will do.”
He knew Wynter wouldn’t even go to the hospital because she was lazy and disliked the smell of blood.
Larry hopped out of the car, after which a line of bodyguards in black followed suit. Their imposing presence made them look like gangsters.
Despite wearing a smile, Larry didn’t look like a friendly person. He approached an old man and asked, “Excuse me, do you know where the Empathy Clinic is?”
Warren Wick, who was buying vegetables, shivered when Larry suddenly approached him. He pushed his cart away and answered, “I don’t know!
Larry paused. He touched his face and asked Jerry, “Am I that scary?”
“Mr. Hilton, you’re just imposing.” Jerry, who graduated from business school, refined his sentence before speaking.
Larry clicked his tongue and smiled. “Well, that old man must know. I
follow him.”
Of course, Warren knew. The Empathy Clinic was just opposite his house. Having received Wynter’s fish earlier that morning, he felt compelled to return the favor and hurried back to warn her about the impending threat!
The imposing bodyguards naturally caught the attention of the elderly individuals who were in the midst of choosing vegetables.
Ewan Scott, who had followed along, quickly paid the parking fee. It was only then that he realized this wasn’t just any place. It was the dilapidated alley where his mother lived.
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“Why would Mr. Hilton come to such a place?” he muttered to himself.
Ewan found it odd and hurriedly walked ahead.
Arriving a step too late, he wasn’t certain if Mr. Hilton had entered the alley. Therefore, he decided to wait near the Alpard. He was confident that Larry would emerge sooner or later.
In the deepest part of the alley, Wynter had just finished packing up the equipment. She was still seated on the chair and sending messages.
Every time she ended her live broadcasts, the moderator, Modoo7, would come to find her, and this time was no exception.
“You still haven’t shown your face. Would you consider revealing it once you hit five million. followers? It could be a special treat for your fans and might even boost your tips.”
Wynter responded, “I’m not interested.”
After a pause, his reply came. “Alright, I respect your decision. Every streamer has their own style. The police mentioned they might need your help with something…”
She attached a screenshot. “Here’s evidence from one of my live streams. You can pass it on to the police for the forensics team to examine.”
Mod007 was taken aback. He couldn’t help but wonder if this new streamer was truly influential enough to be aware of what the police were after.
“We can actually include an emblem with the defensive shield. Would you like me to add the same emblem to the Emperor VIP in your live stream?”
Wynter paused briefly in thought. Since Mr. Yarwood had made a substantial contribution, he held sway as often seen with those who had financial support. Without questioning the emblem, she responded casually, “Sure, thank you.”
Mod007 then added, “Oh, and there’s one more thing. I didn’t realize. I preferred not to show your face, so I enrolled you in the platform’s annual selection. I saw that there’s quite the exposure and prize money, so I figured I’d give you a push.”
Wynter replied, “I noticed that. That’s fine, thank you.”
Mod007 was somewhat taken aback as he had anticipated Wynter to be stricter.
Many top streamers, particularly those who receive substantial tips, were difficult to handle.
He hadn’t expected Wynter to be so pleasant…
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Outside the Empathy Clinic’s door, Warren shouted, “Wynter, hurry. Hide your sign!”
Wynter put away her phone and poured him a cup of tea. “Mr. Wick, take your time. What’s going on?”
“We’ve got trouble in the alley! There’s a big car with Kingbourne’s license plate, and a bunch of people dressed in black are asking about your grandma’s clinic. Luckily, I caught on and didn’t say anything!” Warren quickly sipped some water, trying to calm his nerves. Suddenly, the wind chime at the door jingled.
