The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 211

Chapter 211 A Snowfall and a Decision

Sierra glanced out the window.

Snowflakes drifted down in thick clusters, covering the ground in a soft white blanket.

She couldn’t help but snap a picture and send it to Johnathan.

“We’re getting snow here.”

Johnathan didn’t reply right away.

She figured he was busy.

At noon, she sent him photos of the food they had prepared.

Hours passed before he finally responded.

Knowing he had his hands full, she didn’t push for conversation. Instead, she simply sent another picture in the evening.

“This is our dinner. Just letting you know! You do your thing, no need to reply.”

At that moment, Johnathan was sitting at an extravagant dining table, surrounded by family.

As the eldest grandson and the old man’s favorite, his seat was right next to Mr. Wynn.

n resentment.

Plenty of eyes were on him–some curious, some envious, some filled with hidden

His aunt was the first to break the silence.

“I heard Johnathan has a girlfriend. Why haven’t you brought her home for us to meet?”

Johnathan remained calm..

“Just having fun. If it turns into something serious, you’ll be the first to know.”

His aunt’s comment sparked more conversation.

One after another, people joined in.

“I heard Bradley published a few more papers. He’s really something.

“Of course! No one can compare to Bradley’s talent.”

letting the words

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his real

had taken

birth name–Sam Wynn–was one that carried

Shane were here, he

was rare, belonging to a

not just in Albanos, but

theirs didn’t just rise to power

been building their empire for hundreds

had no idea of

Even many

relatives sitting at the table had

he had been up to all

years.

Snowfall and

was just

were watching, waiting for him

meant to be

prestige when it came to running a global

younger brother, Jose, was

was already proving himself in the business world–bold, ambitious,

the family headship

was no different from every

words laced with hidden

plays disguised

Johnathan

dinner was over, Mr. Wynn excused

back to his room–a privilege no other grandson

inside, the

Let’s talk for

Johnathan sat down.

Finished

studying his

Johnathan nodded.

“I do.”

he was

age of fifteep, he had been given

wouldn’t have had the years of freedom he had

Johnathan’s response, Mr. Wynn finally

“That girl… I looked into her. Are you serious about her,

Johnathan’s fingers twitched slightly.