Chapter 297 Warning
Peter clutched his phone tightly, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The person on the other line explained in hushed tones, “Dad, our syndicate at Havenlight County has been busted. A special task force was involved this time, and so were the Yarwoods. We have no
choice but to hit the kill switch before anyone traces it back to us.”
“The Yarwoods?” Peter narrowed his eyes. “Why would they get
involved in something like this?”
“Dad, do you think the Yarwoods are working together with the
Kellers?” the man on the other line asked.
Peter considered the possibility. “No,” he concluded. “The Yarwoods
are mavericks.”
“Lucas didn’t even stumble once during the operation. That adopted
wench from the Yates family is a pain in the ass!” the person on the
other line said through gritted teeth. He seemed to hate Wynter with a
passion.
Peter’s gaze darkened. “You mean that wench is involved in this too?”
The man on the other line replied, “If it hadn’t been for her live-stream,
the shenanigans that go on in Havenlight County would never have been exposed to the whole nation.
“The repercussions are too dangerous for our syndicate to continue to operate. Even Garfield was arrested!” He added quietly, “Garfield knows too much. I’m worried he might crack under pressure and rat
us out.”
Peter set his cigar down and snapped, “Find a way to tell him to keep
his m*uth shut if he wants his wife, daughter, and 80-year-old mother
to continue living happily in Kingbourne.”
“Yes, Dad.”
A shadow passed over Peter’s face as he asked, “So, what did you
find out about that wench?”
“She was kidnapped and brought to Paradise Village ten years ago,
along with the other runts. I don’t know who her parents are,” lan explained. “After some digging, I reckoned her folks are poor
bumpkins.
“Her identity aside, she’s a famous live-streamer, so it’ll be tough to
take her down.”
Peter demanded hoarsely, “Tough? Give her a warning, then! You’re in
Southdale now, and I’m sure she’ll think twice about crossing you
after learning who you are.
“Some things just cannot be compromised on. She’ll stay out of our
way if she’s smart.”
“You’re right. The City Bureau will be awarding her for her bravery
tomorrow,” lan said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll let her know
we mean business by then.”
“She and her grandmother are the same,” Peter hissed venomously.
“They are a pair of ignorant fools,” lan agreed. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’ll
be easy to make her disappear this time.”
Peter pinched the space between his brows and said tiredly, “Hold
your horses. You don’t always have to be so extreme. Giving these peasants a chance might eventually work out for us. Now, go and make the arrangements like Timothy asked.”
“The Shepherds have already chosen from their lot and will be sending them over to Kingbourne soon, but those aren’t enough. We’ll have to look for more,” lan explained.
A rush of anger seized him. “If that wench hadn’t disrupted things in Havenlight County, we’d have enough numbers for the arrangement.”
Peter wasn’t bothered. “The Shepherds will know what to do. They hold stakes in hospitals outside of Southdale, too.”
“I understand,” lan replied, grinning deviously.
As if having grown weary of the conversation, Peter said dismissively,
“Go. Don’t dawdle any longer.”
“Yes, Dad.”
Meanwhile, over at Empathy Clinic, the guests had gathered around
the stove, steeping tea.
Dalton watched as Wynter dropped a few curls of orange rind into the
teapot, which added a citrusy fragrance to the tea.
Fabian had originally planned on returning to Kingbourne after visiting Margaret and Wolf but found himself reluctant to leave despite having already had dinner.
Next to Fabian, Ryan pointed out gently, “Mr. Quinnell, it’ll be
dangerous for us to drive after nightfall. Shall we leave now?”
He still had plenty of things to take care of in Kingbourne.
Wynter suddenly handed Ryan her phone. “Ryan, you and Grandpa can take the train back to Kingbourne. Bring two of your bodyguards with you. I’ve already bought the tickets, so all you have to do is show your
ID at the station.”
