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?

orchard and check on the construction progress while he was at it. He hadn’t warned anyone–this was a surprise inspection.

orchard gate and, feeling spry, walked in himself.

security scrambled to report his unexpected arrival.

main gate. Usually, a group

a soul. Richard raised

over, drenched in sweat. He looked like a student caught mid–nap during a surprise visit from the

huffed. “You should’ve told us you were

empty lounge. “Where are those guys? Not one of them’s around.”

clueless. “Uh… maybe they actually found something to do? Saw some work and ran off?”

included, with one rule: don’t

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in the lounge all day. This

surveillance footage remotely. Without fall, exey

But today? Nothing

though mentally, he was spinning like az top. Where the hell did

neared the vineyard, voices drifted

were–five young men, standing beneath the heavy–laden grapevines, eyes

these grapes smell

bite. Even I wanna taste one.

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

the grapes–thick, amethyst–colored clusters hanging low, shimmering like

a wriggling, snow–white

the manager yelped. “Aren’t

he was already rewriting his résumé. Richard had made it very

men turned, revealing the

restlessly in the man’s arms, tiny limbs kicking, making soft little yelps that didn’t sound threatening–just

stammered, still trying to