Chapter 77 Great Gifts From Mr. Yarwood

“Mr. Yarwood? Xavier’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why is he looking for her?”

His sentence attracted everyone who hadn’t yet left to turn around.

Did they hear wrongly? Mr. Yarwood was looking for that “fake daughter”?

The bodyguard responded, “Mr. Yarwood wants to return the things belonging to the Yates.”

It turned out that he wanted to return something to her.

Everyone looked at each other and felt relieved.

That made sense. How could Mr. Yarwood know a ‘fake daughter” from a small town?

Abel stood before Wynter. “I’ll go with her.”

After all, he had promised his grandfather to protect her.

The bodyguard spoke stiffly, “Sorry, sir. Mr. Yarwood only invited Ms. Yates.”

“My surname isn’t Yates.” Wynter, who had been silent all this time, squeezed the phone in her pocket. “Please lead the way.”

Mr. Yarwood was looking for her, but it was probably not because he found Wolf.

a hidden surveillance in

would be easy for her to make up an excuse.

was worried about her. ‘Miss, don’t be afraid. The Yarwoods

as casually as

Yarwoods are unreasonable? We can’t fight

Those bodyguards could hit both of them to the

also observed the layout of the manor. She never thought of using force to solve the problem but her

bodyguard was hesitating about what to call

I’m Wynter Quinnell.”

“Ms. Quinnell.”

opened the door and said, “Please come

her eyebrows.

but stood by the door

card from her pocket, which made

and a screen was placed in the middle to create a medieval-style

was the first thing she smelled when

one was in the study. It was empty and bookish, but the screen on one side showed the scenes

Mr. Yarwood had been sitting here,

he had used

smiled. The tea was still warm, and there was a chessboard. It seemed that the person who played chess was temporarily away, and that the game wasn’t

and only glanced at the wooden box in the

handwriting on the paper was smooth, vigorous,

Yates, please

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