Chapter 403 Let Me Borrow Some of Your Fortune
The delivery man seemed taken aback by the unexpected attitude of the person who opened the door. His facial expression suddenly stiffened.
He forgot what he was going to say next. He held the plastic bags and stared at Wynter, attempting to
intimidate her.
Wynter glanced at his features–high and sharp cheekbones. Despite his attempt to maintain professionalism and a neutral expression, the malevolent aura was unmistakable.
“Yes. I’ll be more careful next time, the delivery man said before raising his hand. “Mr. Holloway ordered some tea.”
“There’s no one with that family name here,” Wynter said casually. “Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?”
The delivery man seemed to be waiting for this invitation. With wet shoes, he stepped into the room.
He lowered his head, and his eyes darkened. “I want to know why you keep giving me bad reviews. Do you know how much money I’ve lost because of those reviews?
“You rich people think you can do whatever you want with us! Don’t think I don’t know you’re living alone!”
Suddenly, he raised his hand.
However, Wynter didn’t give him the chance to attack. She kicked him into the door.
Logan, who was standing inside, was shocked and wondering how she did that.
The delivery man was more stunned than him, realizing his sudden rage.
Wynter didn’t give him a chance to recover. She stepped on his back and looked at Dalton. “Dalton, can I
borrow some of your fortune?”
“Sure.” Dalton looked interested, and his eyes casually fell on the delivery man.
The delivery man’s expression changed. How could it have been him?
“Is this delivery guy afraid of you?” Wynter sensed something amiss.
Dalton’s eyes deepened. Indeed, but I haven’t seen him before. I never order delivery, either.”
“True. You have a weak stomach,” Wynter said before reaching out to him. Dalton also naturally extended his fingertips.
Wynter raised an eyebrow. “That’s not how you lend it.”
“Hmm?” Dalton chuckled softly. “How should I do it, then?”
Wynter leaned closer to him, while Dalton lowered his gaze subconsciously.
Wynter’s lips touched his, drawing out a natural purple aura and transferring it to a lucky coin.
Chapter 401 Let Me Borrow Some of Your forts
Logan watched in astonishment. Won Wynter just using thin excuse to kiss Dalton?
Dalton’s black eyelashes twitched slightly, and his handsome face suggested he was restraining himself
at this moment.
Unfortunately, it was just a brief touch.
The lucky coin seemed to glow with a layer of light.
Those of extremely high status were truly favored by fate.
With the artifact’s enhancement, the entire formation’s perimeter loosened.
This made Kaspar Stavius, who had come down from the mountain, stop abruptly.
“Master? What’s wrong?”
Accompanying him was a young man who looked like a college student.
“Do you want some candies again? Just let me know beforehand. I can buy some for you, but you can’t use divination to pay people anymore, or they’ll think you’re trying to scam them.”
“Quiet.” Kaspar gestured in the direction slightly west of the crossroads. “Why is the aura so chaotic? It’s bad! It’s an Earthbound Formation. Get your master here.”
The college student exclaimed, “But Master has been invited by an old friend to help someone.”
“He’s always falling short at a critical moment.” Kaspar didn’t say more. He walked quickly forward, knowing there were other people present besides the Earthbound Formation.
Who exactly was able to break the formation with fortune and brute force?
Such an aptitude was perfect for becoming a ghost hunter!
It was just that the method used was wrong, so the fortune and spiritual power were wasted.
He needed to see who it was and intervene if necessary. He had many disciples, but none had the skills
to be his apprentice yet.
He felt lucky to have come to Kingbourne. He seemed to have found a potential apprentice.
Kaspar walked quickly, ignoring the college student’s shouts behind him.
On the pedestrian street, Kaspar’s attire and pace were quite eye–catching. His speed was so fast that people who didn’t know better wouldn’t have known he was a hundred–year–old man.
After all, whose grandpa could walk faster than a bicycle?
