True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 140

Winnie scrolled through her phone, her eyes skimming over the latest news update. Though she had no idea what tactics Bacchus had employed to make Barton and Suzan confess so swiftly. seeing that justice had been served gave her a profound sense of relief. It was as if the weight she had been carrying for eighteen long years had finally been lifted. With it, something intangible inside her seemed to dissipate into the night air.

She didn’t bother to keep tabs on Kathryn’s and Quincy’s fate. Regardless of whether Kathryn would be punished by the law, Winnie felt that karma would come around. Kathryn had lived high on the hog for eighteen years, and now it was time for her to face the music. That thought alone was enough to satisfy Winnie’s sense of justice.

Setting her phone aside. Winnie checked the time. She had plans to take Ghost Baby to nurture

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No sooner had she reached the bottom of the staircase than Hobson emerged from the living room, his brow furrowed in disapproval.

“Out again? What kind of lady prowls the streets night after night? Amber?” He chided.

‘t you be more like

Winnie rubbed her temples, regretting that she had only wagered his silence for a week rather than a month. Yet, she was in a good mood tonight and retorted generously, “Nope.

Hobson was momentarily at a loss for words. Just as Winnie thought the conversation was over and turned to leave, he followed her, his tone softening slightly.

“I heard you have a knack for carving. Besides the amulet you made for the family, do you get any other pieces?”

if to mask his real intentions, “A buddy of mine just opened a new–age boutique. You seem to be pinching

an undertone of condescension, as if he were bestowing charity

not interested,” she said flatly, ignoring whatever

he might have.

her blunt refusal. “What’s with that attitude? I’m trying to throw you a bone

turned to face him squarely. “Do I

he

family seem to find fault with everything I do, as if I’ve taken something precious from you,” Winnie said icily, “The truth is you’re no different than me. We’re

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such a counter–attack, and his face turned a shade of red that spoke volumes of both shock and anger.

continued, “Do you want courtesy? Start

darkened further and he raised his voice, “Winnie, how

snapped shut as if sealed by an invisible force, his words trapped behind his lips.

realization dawned, his face turned beet

respect for the family name. But if you

out into the night, leaving Hobson furning in silence. He had seen Winnie work her peculiar magic before, but he’d never imagined she’d dare use it

justice from Bacchus. The family wouldn’t stand for

in his study when Hobson barged in. “Grandfather and Uncle Clifford! Winnie has gone too far! She cast some spells and