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?

construction progress while he

the orchard gate and,

scrambled to report his unexpected

first stop was the staff lounge on the left side of the main gate. Usually, a group of young employees could be

soul. Richard raised a brow.

looked like a student caught mid–nap during a surprise visit from the

“You should’ve told us you were coming–I could’ve made preparations.”

toward the empty lounge. “Where are those guys? Not one of them’s

as clueless. “Uh… maybe they actually found something to do?

lodging included, with one rule: don’t leave the grounds during

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in the lounge all day. This was highly unusual.

concerned about his precious fruit, had a habit of watching surveillance footage remotely. Without fall, exey time, the lounge had been full of

But today? Nothing

to stay calm, though mentally, he was spinning like az top.

as they neared the vineyard, voices

heavy–laden grapevines,

grapes smell

that fox wanted a bite. Even I wanna

he heard grapes and fox in the same sentence, Richard’s

saw were the grapes–thick, amethyst–colored clusters

a wriggling, snow–white creature that

hell is that?” the manager yelped. “Aren’t animals

rewriting his résumé. Richard had made it very clear–no pets. Not even dogs.

men turned, revealing

small white fox, squirming restlessly in the man’s arms, tiny limbs kicking, making soft little yelps that didn’t

a…?” the manager stammered, still trying