Chapter 77 Great Gifts From Mr. Yarwood
“Mr. Yarwood? Xavier’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why is he looking for her?”
His sentence attracted everyone who hadn’t yet left to turn around.
Did they hear wrongly? Mr. Yarwood was looking for that “fake daughter”?
The bodyguard responded, “Mr. Yarwood wants to return the things belonging to the Yates.”
It turned out that he wanted to return something to her.
Everyone looked at each other and felt relieved.
That made sense. How could Mr. Yarwood know a ‘fake daughter” from a small town?
Abel stood before Wynter. “I’ll go with her.”
After all, he had promised his grandfather to protect her.
The bodyguard spoke stiffly, “Sorry, sir. Mr. Yarwood only invited Ms. Yates.”
“My surname isn’t Yates.” Wynter, who had been silent all this time, squeezed the phone in her pocket. “Please lead the way.”
Mr. Yarwood was looking for her, but it was probably not because he found Wolf.
Maybe she was accidentally captured by a hidden surveillance in the inner hall.
If so, it would be easy for her to make up an excuse. She kept guessing his intentions as she followed the bodyguard.
Abel was worried about her. ‘Miss, don’t be afraid. The Yarwoods are reasonable!”
Wynter waved as casually as ever.
He thought. “What if the Yarwoods are unreasonable? We can’t fight the Yarwoods!”
Abel looked around. Those bodyguards could hit both of them to the ground with just a punch!
Wynter also observed the layout of the manor. She never thought of using force to solve the problem but her IQ.
“Ms…” the bodyguard was hesitating about what to call her.
I’m Wynter Quinnell.”
“Ms. Quinnell.”
The bodyguard opened the door and said, “Please come in.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Aren’t you going in?”
The bodyguard didn’t say anything but stood by the door responsibly.
Wynter quickly removed the communication card from her pocket, which made the phone freeze.
It seemed like a study built in an open-air attic. The open-air area was filled with plants, and a screen was placed in the middle to create a medieval-style viewing. There was a medicinal incense lit on one side.
That was the first thing she smelled when she came in.
No one was in the study. It was empty and bookish, but the screen on one side showed the scenes of the inner hall.
In other words, Mr. Yarwood had been sitting here, watching their every move in the inner hall.
Indeed, he had used his own means.
Wynter smiled. The tea was still warm, and there was a chessboard. It seemed that the person who played chess was temporarily away, and that the game wasn’t over.
She didn’t move and only glanced at the wooden box in the center with a piece of hot. stamping paper placed on it.
The handwriting on the paper was smooth, vigorous, and powerful.
“Ms. Yates, please accept them.”
Accept them?
There was a hint of amusement in Wynter’s eyes.
She knew what was in the wooden box-it was the Zenith herb that the Gibsons had
grabbed.
But was she allowed to take the things outside the wooden box as well?
Phase 1 Great Gifts Pens Mr Varwend
There was a black card, a truffle, and a bunch of root herbs.
Wynter raised her chin slightly and looked at the surveillance nearby before making a move.
She only took the wooden box. But she took a fancy to his herbal tea, so she poured herself a cup of it and ate a piece of macaron on a plate.
It just so happened that she was hungry after consulting the patients.
While eating, Wynter picked up a pen and wrote a reply on the same paper.
“I’m not surnamed Yates. Thank you for the hospitality. I will only take what I should. The dessert is good. In return, I would like to remind Mr. Yarwood that it’s not good to smell medicinal incense for a long time.”
