True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 212

Winnie was feeling a bit uneasy about the upcoming study trip that the kids were about to go on. She called for the family’s butler, Abdul, and asked him to fetch a recent yearbook from Nadine’s class.

Abdul, though puzzled, complied without a word.

Nadine overheard and curiously inquired, “Why do you need my classmates‘ yearbook?”

Winnie scrutinized her younger cousin, noticing that, unlike the other children, Nadine didn’t seem to be in immediate danger. However, a faint shadow of misfortune lingered around her, a subtle sign of upcoming bad luck.

Ignoring Nadine’s question, Winnie gently put down Pretty, allowing it to resume its playful romp with the children. She couldn’t possibly share her premonitions with them, and if her concerns about the trip were confirmed, it would be best to speak with the parents.

Soon enough, Abdul returned with the yearbook and even went the extra mile to pull up the kids‘ social media profiles, featuring their own pictures as well as those posted by their parents, including some recent ones.

Winnie silently commended Abdul’s thoroughness as she examined the photos of the kids who had posted updates that day. The signs were clear, and some showed hints of imminent peril, confirming her suspicions.

With so many children involved, including their families, Winnie knew this was beyond her capacity to address alone. She headed upstairs to consult with her grandfather Bacchus.

Bacchus was busy tracking her online activity when she shared her concerns. In the past, he might have dismissed her ramblings, but now he took her seriously. His expression turned grave as he reached for the landline and summoned the butler to his study.

n for some After an hour in her grandfather’s study, Winnie made her way back to her rest. However, she was intercepted by her brother Springer, who seemed to have been keeping an eye out for her.

With a look of reproach, Springer blurted out, “Winnie, when did you get another brother? What’s he to you? How come I’ve never met him?”

Winnie was taken aback by his barrage of questions. She knew Springer followed reality shows and must have seen Sean, but his line of questioning was baffling.

she retorted, not quite

Winnie his only cousin sister, and now she seemed to have other ‘brothers‘

at her, his voice filled with a mix of accusation

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a cool glance, “Speak

if he were a scolded puppy, now looking at her with a mix of

not my brother. He just needed my help with something, so he’s been tagging along,” she

on hearing this, “That punk’s bothering you? Where

all, at fourteen, Springer could hardly intimidate anyone. But then,

Springer’s eyes

lit up.

needed him.

me what to do. I may be young, but there’s not much

occurrence, “This is something only you can

brimming with excitement.

a video call with

him to the team, not without a disdainful snort at the screen, “A newbie scrub, huh? Watch and learn as

carry you.”

matters, she was too busy to entertain Sean and worried he might get into trouble if left to his own devices. Thus, the solution: have Springer teach him how to play video

of mystical arts continued to grow, but there was no sign of official intervention, which confirmed

was telling, and the government seemed to be letting the idea of mysticism take root

was a prestigious institution attended by children from affluent families, many of