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Chapter 71: Mr. Yarwood and Her Tested Each Other
Meanwhile, Wynter calmly followed the guests out of the manor. She adjusted her red baseball cap with a practiced ease, as though none of the recent events had anything to do with her. Her composure was unshaken, a stark contrast to the swirling tension around her.
Xavier, however, was more curious than calm. “Miss, who do you think has such great power behind this?”
Her voice was light, almost carefree. “I don’t know.”
He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “That’s right. How would you know? Abel didn’t know it either, right?”
Abel, who had been distracted, only nodded. “Yes, that’s right.”
Wynter glanced at him, her expression casual as she spoke, “Good and evil deeds always find their reward. If you’ve done nothing wrong, there’s no reason to fear the consequences.”
Xavier, ever the optimistic one, grinned. “I’m not afraid. I can’t even treat patients properly. My grandpa drinks every day and doesn’t care about these things.”
Abel raised his gaze, his tone slightly more serious. “I’m not afraid either. I trust my grandpa.”
Wynter gave a soft smile, her eyes distant for a moment. “My grandma always tells me that only Mr. Lopez Senior remained her friend after everything that happened to her. Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.”
Abel looked relieved, though a bit miffed. “I’ve long disliked the Gibsons. Last time, I taught them a lesson when they tried to bully others in the hospital. This time, some unknown hero dealt with them. Whoever that hero is, I can only say they’re truly chivalrous!”
Wynter didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest, casually acknowledging his compliment. “The Gibsons are done for. Now, it’s our turn to make a fortune.”
Abel nodded, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s right! We—”
Wait, something about that last sentence sounded familiar. Had he heard that kind of line before? His hand subconsciously reached for his headphones, puzzled.
Wynter, who had been walking ahead, smiled to herself as she felt Abel’s confusion. She was already thinking ahead. As they neared the exit of the inner hall, she paused, a sudden thought crossing her mind. She turned her gaze to the top floor of the manor, to the glass room with the best view of the entire estate.
She couldn’t afford to underestimate the Yarwoods, especially not their third son.
For a brief moment, her eyes lingered on the glass room, before she quickly averted her gaze and disappeared into the crowd, as if the thought never crossed her mind.
Outside the manor, Wanda, who wasn’t part of the main group, was still unaware of the commotion inside. She was enjoying the dessert laid out for the guests, chatting casually with a few women nearby.
“Yes, my daughter is Madam Gibson’s new apprentice,” Wanda said, her tone filled with pride.
Some of the ladies around her praised her. “You’ve raised her so well! My son isn’t as accomplished as your daughter.”
She smiled, her voice full of confidence. “I’m not worried about Yve. She’s studying at Kingbourne University.”
“Kingbourne!” The other ladies exclaimed, their envy palpable. The name alone carried weight.
These women were wealthy, yet they were clearly out of touch with current events. Only those in the inner hall knew about the Special Operations Team’s intervention and the arrest of the Gibsons. The Yarwoods were always meticulous about privacy, so most of the guests had no clue what was really happening behind the scenes.
Meanwhile, in the glass room at the top of the manor, Dalton Yarwood, in his sharp suit, stood overlooking the entire garden. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes held a hint of calculation. He wasn’t surprised at what had transpired, yet he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the unfolding events.
The leader of the Special Operations Team, Mr. Holland, stood beside him, his expression serious. “Mr. Yarwood, thank you for your cooperation. The operation wouldn’t have gone as smoothly without your help.”
Dalton’s lips curled into a faint smile. “The Yarwoods are indeed careless at times. Our system was compromised—my men couldn’t detect the breach in time.”
Ethan, who was responsible for the security system, lowered his head in apology, clearly embarrassed by the failure.
Mr. Holland, ever experienced, didn’t seem upset. “The informer behind this is no ordinary person. They’ve used ruthless methods and are highly skilled in network intrusion. We’ve contacted the Honker Alliance to help track them down.”
Dalton’s expression darkened slightly. “You haven’t figured out who the informer is?”
He reached for a red beaded bracelet on his wrist, gently stroking it between his fingers as he gazed out the window. His eyes were deep, calculating, as he watched the events unfold from his vantage point.
“No, we haven’t been able to identify them yet,” Mr. Holland admitted, clearly frustrated by the lack of progress. “But we’re working on it.”
Dalton’s smile widened ever so slightly, his amusement barely perceptible. He found the situation to be more interesting than he let on. Whoever was behind this had been clever, and Dalton couldn’t help but admire their precision.
As the conversation continued, Dalton’s thoughts lingered on the person pulling the strings from the shadows. He was no stranger to hidden power plays, but this time, he felt a strange sense of respect for the mystery figure—whoever they were.
