The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 234 Tricked Back Home

The man, puffing on his cigarette and engrossed in a game on his phone, chuckled, “Well, at least Yvette didn’t deceive us. That girl truly is a beauty.”

“No matter what, we can’t afford any sl*p–ups tomorrow,” the woman said with a frown. ” Yvette didn’t disclose how sharp she is. Look at the questions she asked me. They were all probing!”

This couple had been involved in human trafficking for many years, especially Fanny. She was a master of deception. It was difficult for ordinary people to see through her unless they were experienced detectives.

Unlike Fanny, Dickson Quirk wasn’t as skilled at deception. As a result, he kept his words minimal and concentrated on transportation.

Reassuringly, he said, “You don’t have to worry about tomorrow. We’ll take the usual route. It’s only right for us to meet our daughter, and no one will suspect a thing.

Fanny harbored resentment. “It’s all because of that family. They’re constantly watching us like hawks and hindering our business. With so many children back then, who would’ve known which one belonged to them?”

“Keep your voice down,” Dickson pulled her closer. “We are lucky that the village chief is suppressing this matter. Otherwise, it would have been exposed. Don’t talk about it anymore and avoid them when we go back”

The couple bickered with each other until midnig

The next day dawned, and before Margaret could even prepare breakfast, the couple arrived, bearing a heap of food. Inside the house, Wynter wrote a note to Wolf. After reading it, Wolf nodded knowingly.

The couple waited outsidd. Wynter packed very few belongings, with only a single black bag slung over her shoulder.

baseball cap, taming her waist–length hair, while her attire consisted

was a purple sugilite pendant that added an elegant touch to her overall

to swiftly approach

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smiled lightly. The couple didn’t argue over

her with endless reminders. Havenlight County had no access to high–speed trains, with not

way to return was by taking a long–distance bus. The terrain was rugged, nestled amidst mountains, and bordered by

ticket and explained, “Your father was concerned that you wouldn’t be comfortable on a large bus, so he

minivan.”

Wynter raised an eyebrow in

was already seated inside waving to them. “Over here, dear!”

The back seats were folded down to accommodate their luggage. Besides the driver, there

fare. The five–hour mountain journey cost. 800 dollars, with delivery to the village included.

way, we can stop anytime for you to use the bathroom.” Indeed, Wynter couldn’t

buses.

a keen sense of smell, and the rough terrain of the journey could easily trigger headaches for her. Wynter simply grabbed

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