Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Yvonne had no idea that her latest bout of Vic obsession had triggered Tinley to overhaul the entire Holmes family stat from top to bottom.

The new Holmes household? Every last member looked like they walked off a magazine cover. Tinley’s only goal make sure the kid had fun just by looking at people.

Tinley had never been a mother, but she was a natural. Her parenting philosophy? Never kill the vibe.

Whatever Yvonne said she liked, Tinley would find a way to make it happen. No matter how ridiculous.

At this rate, lan was starting to suspect that if Yvonne ever said, “The moon looks so pretty in the sky. Tinley would figure out a way to take it down and hang it in her room.

The next day, lan mentioned this over tea with Richard. The old man had been enjoying his peaceful afternoon, cup in hand–until that sentence,

He froze mid–sip. His expression turned pensive, completely tuning lan out, as if caught in some private revelation

He was just like Tinley–soft to the core when it came to kids. Ian had rambled on for several minutes, but Richard had only heard one thing. “Yvonne likes the moon.”

He sat with that thought a moment longer…. then suddenly stood up, set down his cold coffee, and said nothing

No more coffee. He had money to make. He had a moon to build for his granddaughter.

Seventy years old, and still grinding for his girl. As long as her dreams weren’t fulfilled, what business did he have lying down to rest?

With the fire of his youth rekindled, Richard grabbed his driver and stormed out the door, full of purpose. The cane? Left behind. He was practically sprinting.

Ian watched his retreating figure with a suspicious look. What did I say that lit him up like that?

decided to swing by his orchard and check on the construction progress while he was at it. He hadn’t warned

orchard gate and, feeling spry, walked in

scrambled to

on the left side of the main gate. Usually, a group of young employees could be found there, clustered around their

soul.

jogging over, drenched in sweat. He looked like a student caught

he huffed. “You should’ve told us you were

pointed toward the empty lounge. “Where are those guys? Not

turned to look, just as clueless. “Uh… maybe they actually found something to do? Saw

wasn’t impossible. The orchard was notoriously relaxed—meals and lodging included, with one

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hung out in the

precious fruit, had a habit of watching surveillance footage

But today? Nothing

walked deeper into the orchard, the latter tried to stay calm, though mentally, he was spinning like az top. Where the hell did those five slackers go? If Mr. Adler gets in a bad mood,

neared the vineyard, voices drifted over.

young men, standing beneath the heavy–laden grapevines, eyes glued to the

grapes

bite. Even

fox in the same sentence, Richard’s alarm bells went off. He bolted forward

first thing he saw were the grapes–thick, amethyst–colored clusters hanging low, shimmering

snow–white creature that was squealing and flailing like mad.

is that?” the manager yelped. “Aren’t

résumé. Richard had made it very clear–no pets. Not

young men turned, revealing the

white fox, squirming restlessly in the man’s arms, tiny limbs kicking, making

manager stammered, still trying to identify the species.