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?


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    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 identally captured by a hidden surveince 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 theyout 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, “Pleasee 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 themunication 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 nts, and a screen


    was ced 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


    yed chess was temporarily away, and that the game wasn’t over.


    She didn’t move and only nced at the wooden box in the center with a piece of hot. stamping paper


    ced on it.


    The handwriting on the paper was smooth, vigorous, and powerful.


    “Ms. Yates, please ept them.”


    ept 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?


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    There was a ck card, a truffle, and a bunch of root herbs.


    Wynter raised her chin slightly and looked at the surveince 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 te.


    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.”