Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 192

She took a step forward, blocking Yvonne and glaring back fiercely.

“Huh? Anna?” Wonne, who hadn’t been paying attention, looked at her in confusion.

It’s okay, Yvonne. He was glaring at you, so I glared back for you,” Anna reassured her.

Hearing this, the little girl turned in Anna’s direction.

Kevin quickly averted his gaze in a panic, looking as if he had just fled in defeat.

He ran to a spot where he could no longer be seen before finally stopping.

His father had been coming home every day lately, grumbling and cursing about how Tinley was meddling too much.

Originally, he had planned to use information about Taylor as leverage to curry favor with a few families.

But unexpectedly, Tinley stepped in and even threatened the others.

As a result, Carlson failed to gain any favors and ended up creating a rift between himself and the other families, completely backfiring on him.

He had been fuming over it for days.

Later, rumors spread within their circle that he had offended the Holmes family. The shift in attitude was obvious–people became noticeably more cautious around him.

A business deal that had originally been agreed upon kept getting delayed. Even now, the c

t remains unsigned.

The people in their social circle were naturally sharp and sensitive to these kinds of things. Sensing that something was off, they became even more cunning–putting on a friendly facade while secretly prying into what had happened.

For a full week, Carlson hadn’t had a single good day.

Every day, he would curse, and the name he cursed the most was Tinley’s.

He had always looked down on women. In his younger years, he was arrogant and outspoken, only to be publicly humiliated by Tinley.

Although she had likely long forgotten about it, he had held onto the grudge for over a decade.

Now, with old and new grievances piling up, he was in such a foul mood that even his wife and children didn’t dare to provoke him.

Children were highly perceptive at this age, especially when it came to sensing emotions.

At home, Kevin had been carefully watching his father’s expressions. Over the past few days, he had overheard many of his complaints, which naturally led him to assume that Yvonne’s family was responsible.

But there was nothing he could do about it–so at school, all he could do was glare at Yvonne, as if that was enough to vent his frustration.

Once Kevin was out of sight, Anna took Yvonne’s hand and led her to a bench where she could sit down.

She had originally intended to warn Yvonne to be cautious, but then she remembered how she had been glared at for so long without anything happening. So, in the end, she decided not to say anything.

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as their attention was drawn to something

for them for a long time, came running

out, “Anna Yvonne! Do you want

quite a distance from the classrooms. It was a long walk sudes they want for the security guard’s buggy to

to matter what Vind of bias looks like

fat sheep all of them raised to

agreement. “You’re

had a sharp

as she added, “But this time is different

glanced at Anna.

either because

feed it. A bunch of people

curiosity, Tilting her head, she turned to Yvonne for

onto the security guard’s buggy and headed to

here were

to begin with, and after being fattened so they looked even dumber

had gathered. Even before grating

the

knows how to spit

sister, another added. “She eats

a spot where they

raising pigs, stood in

meat.

the mouth of the new arrival and placed

Anna suddenly understood why the animals here all ended up fattened up.

some reason, the rebellious new member immediately spat

refused

she had

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had been beside her just moments ago,

was a barrier in place,

as well. She quickly pulled Yvonne back.

the glass, as if

Anna stared at it for a

crouched down, tilting her head as she studied the

‘It looks so familiar… Where have

she saw a string of crystal–clear drool dripping from its mouth, a lightbulb went off in her head.

exclaimed, “It’s you!”

my house before! It even stole a

time, it had been plump