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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wasn’t his real

a name he had taken from his

one that carried immense

Shane were here, he would have instantly recognized

was rare, belonging

not just

theirs didn’t just rise

been building their empire for hundreds

had no idea of

Even many

relatives sitting at

he had been up

years.

Snowfall

them, he was just an

were watching, waiting for him

the ancestral business was meant to be passed down to

Johnathan’s academic prestige when it came to

whispers that his younger brother,

was already proving himself in the business world–bold,

betting that the family headship would shift in his

different from every

laced with hidden

power plays

year, Johnathan found it especially

Mr. Wynn

back to his

the

Let’s talk for a

Johnathan sat down.

Finished

thirty,” Mr. Wynn said, studying his grandson carefully. “Do you still

Johnathan nodded.

“I do.”

everything, he was

the age of fifteep, he had been given the

wouldn’t have had the years of

Mr. Wynn finally

into her. Are you serious about

Johnathan’s fingers twitched slightly.