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Chapter 60: Wynter Amazes Everyone
“Thank you all for taking the time to attend this seminar. I truly appreciate it.”
Lydia’s voice rang out with authority as she descended the stairs, dressed in a sleek black dress that matched her poised and commanding presence. Every step she took exuded confidence, and her gaze swept the room, captivating everyone’s attention.
Abel, noticing her arrival, gasped in surprise. “I haven’t seen her in years. She still looks fierce!”
Wynter raised an eyebrow, curious. “Do you know her?”
Abel nodded. “That’s Lydia, the eldest daughter of the Yarwoods. She was in the army, but now she’s in business. Trust me, you don’t want to mess with her.”
Wynter chewed another piece of gum nonchalantly. “Noted,” she said, accepting Abel’s advice with a casual shrug.
Lydia was undeniably beautiful—her cool demeanor, combined with a quiet intensity, made her stand out. Her presence in the room was as commanding as it was elegant. Though she had a warrior’s spirit, it was clear she was also highly educated and refined.
“The Yarwoods have prepared some gifts for you all,” Lydia announced, her voice carrying across the room. She clapped her hands, signaling for attendants to bring in the gift boxes. Each guest was presented with a box filled with root herbs, truffles, cordyceps, and cash.
As the boxes appeared, Wynter’s gaze grew more focused, her interest piqued by the high-quality contents.
George, sitting not far from her, sneered. “I bet some people have never seen anything like this before. Look at her, she’s practically drooling!”
Abel, already tired of George’s incessant taunting, ignored him. Wynter, however, didn’t let the comment bother her. She was more interested in the Yarwoods’ gift, knowing she could take it home for Wolf. The rest of the attendees, however, didn’t seem impressed by the extravagant offering.
Lydia surveyed the room, noticing that many of the guests—especially the Gibsons and the Shepherds—remained unmoved by the gifts. Even though these families were some of the most prestigious in Southdale, their reactions felt… calculated, almost as though they were too proud to accept the gesture. Lydia’s disappointment was evident. She wasn’t one to shy away from money, and it was clear that if someone was rejecting a gift of this value, she simply hadn’t given enough.
As she turned to look away, her eyes caught sight of Wynter casually placing the cordyceps into her black bag. Lydia couldn’t help but smile.
“Miss, it seems you like the gift,” Lydia said, her voice warm but laced with a hint of amusement.
Instantly, all eyes were on Wynter. The aristocratic families, who already looked down on her, began to exchange looks of contempt. Even Hilda shook her head in disapproval. “She’s really not up to par,” she muttered.
Charlie, relieved that he had cut ties with her, watched from a distance, his expression one of smug satisfaction. Yvette, sipping her tea, hid a smile behind her cup, clearly entertained by the scene unfolding before her.
Wynter, noticing the judgment in the room, smiled to herself. Lydia had clearly been about to explain the gifts, but Wynter spoke up first.
“Yes,” she said with a cool smile, “the Yarwoods’ gifts are all in excellent condition.”
George, never one to keep quiet, scoffed loudly. “We all know the Yarwoods have good stuff, but none of us are as eager as you are to get our hands on it.”
The others quickly agreed, laughing and nodding in agreement. “That’s right!” one voice chimed in from the crowd.
Wynter, unfazed, slowly tapped her gift box, her eyes narrowing slightly. Then, she delivered a cutting remark: “I always doubted whether the Gibsons even understand medicine.”
The room fell into an uneasy silence. George’s face turned red with rage as he stood up. “You fledgling!” he spat. “How dare you provoke the Gibsons! Even if we’ve tolerated you, I won’t let you go anymore!”
Wynter, as cool as ever, didn’t flinch. “I’ve already broken your arm. How will you deal with me now?”
“You b*tch!” George growled, his fists clenched, ready to charge at her.
Before he could make a move, Hilda slammed her hand on the table, halting him. “Young lady,” she said, her voice ice-cold, “I don’t care where you came from, but you’ve humiliated us enough. If you can’t explain yourself, I won’t go easy on you!”
Abel, sensing things were spiraling, grabbed Wynter’s sleeve, trying to pull her back. “Wynter, calm down! You’re acting impulsively. I can’t protect you if you keep pushing people like this.”
Margaret had always described Wynter as well-behaved, but this… this wasn’t the image she had painted. Abel, worried, shot her a desperate look, silently begging her to calm down.
“Explain?” Wynter said, her tone laced with quiet confidence. “Do you know what I took earlier?”
Before George could answer, he snapped, “It’s cordyceps! Don’t you even know about cordyceps sinensis?”
Wynter smiled to herself, her plan falling into place. She glanced at Hilda, who was now looking visibly nervous, and then at George, who seemed to be growing increasingly flustered.
It was too late. Whatever Hilda had been planning to stop Wynter from saying, the words were already out in the open.
