Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Ian, who had followed them out, wore a look of discomfort that was hard to ignore.

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“Who would dare mistreat him?” he muttered to himself. “Always playing these tricks on the kids, though–who knows what he wants this time.”

Feeling deeply wronged, Richard crouched down and pulled Yvonne into his arms.

Richard thought, “This is unfair. The gardener enjoys homemade fruit wine, but here I am, a grandfather, without a drop! Is that even right?‘

Holding the soft, fluffy little bundle in his arms, Richard continued his complaint.

“Yvonne, it’s bad enough that I don’t get to enjoy the homemade wine, but at least you’re here thinking of me.”

It sounded as if Richard had spent two and a half years learning from Charles, mastering the art of subtle manipulation.

And, of course, the sweet, innocent Yvonne was precisely the one to fall for. She stretched out her chubby little hand, pushing at Richard, her voice full of determination.

“Richard, get up, I will give you some!”

She didn’t know what homemade wine was, but she genuinely wanted to help Richard. She huffed and puffed, struggling for a while, but couldn’t get him to stand up.

Unable to watch this any longer, Ian walked over.

“Mr. Adler, you didn’t even go home and came here straight to complain to Yvonne, did you?”

Richard looked up at him, confused. “How did you know?”

How could Ian not know? He’d just had people bring over a jar of homemade wine and place it in the most prominent spot in the living room.

If Richard had bothered to go home and look around, he would’ve known there was no need to claim he had been mistreated.

Seeing Ian’s expression of disbelief, Richard slowly realized he had made a significant blunder. “Did they bring me some too?” Richard asked.

“I may forget many things, but I’ll never forget you.”

here was the proof.

at least they brought it,” Richard grumbled, standing

him was that

“Richard?”

head. “You’ve got it wrong, Yvonne. No one’s been mistreating me.”

caught the scent of homemade wine drifting from the room, his eyes lit

guided her inside. “Looks like I’ve made the wrong choice,

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of homemade wine stood, its fragrance filling the room. Next to it were two small glasses, delicately matching the bottle.

was appealing, Richard’s attention was

started to warn him, but stopped when he realized it was Richard. Without saying another word, he

guest between the Holmes family and the Adler family, was a force to be reckoned with.

and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. He thought wistfully that the whole bottle would probably be gone in one

up a clean glass and poured some

the deeper and more vibrant the color becomes. However, its fragrance was already strong–one could smell it even while it was still in the bottle, and once poured, the aroma

about to comment on its scent, but his mind went blank as he brought the glass to

only one thought ran through his mind. He wondered, ‘So, this is what it feels like to be silenced by something so

thinking and

a sweet, gentle flavor that instantly filled his mouth–the

bitterness kept it from feeling too sweet, and its taste was rich yet delicate, like fine silk. It slid down Richard’s throat

passed, it left behind a lingering, deep flavor–vibrant, yet subtle. The aftertaste

rich, a rarity that could only be found once

throughout his years. From domestic to foreign, private collections, some

he had experienced so many, the memories of most of those wines faded

indelible mark on

a great wine!”

the drink in one gulp, his eyes gleaming with excitement. His energy seemed to surge, and he looked

glass, he suddenly felt a warmth spread

throat and into his stomach, the wine left a lingering fragrance as it began to heat up. It wasn’t the burn of strong liquor–it