True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 213

Nadine was simmering with resentment, blaming Winnie for her missed opportunity to go on a European study tour. It felt like a classic case of Bacchus‘ favoritism.

Leonie had a throbbing headache from the commotion and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anger towards Winnie. It wasn’t that she blamed her for warning about the potential dangers of the trip, and it was more the frustration that Winnie, with all her mystical prowess, could surely avert any disaster. Yet, she chose to let the fear of possible mishaps prevent Nadine from going on a once–in–a–lifetime adventure.

If no one was going, it would be fine, but some kids were still set to jet off to Europe, and that made Leonie’s heart sink.

As Winnie descended the grand staircase, Leonie’s emotions got the better of her, and a slight scowl crossed her face.

Winnie, as if she hadn’t noticed, simply stepped around them and headed for the door. But Nadine spotted her and bolted in front, her face red with anger.

“It’s you. You’re doing this on purpose. Why can’t I go on the trip? I hate you.”

Though her words were harsh, she dared not repeat the past incident where she had told Winnie to leave the house, and she was wary of crossing that line again.

Winnie looked at Nadine, unfazed.

“If you want to go that badly, go ahead.” Winnie said, her voice calm, not a hint of concession due to Nadine’s tantrum. Instead, she glanced at the clock and said with a semblance of sincerity, “At this time, your classmates are still gathering. If you hurry, you can still make it.”

Winnie’s unexpected compliance left Nadine without a script, unsure how to proceed with her rant. She glanced between Winnie and Leonie, seeking guidance.

Leonie was puzzled. Rushing over, she questioned, “Winnie, didn’t you say the πιμ could be dangerous? That you foresaw a calamity? How can you let Nadine go?”

nonchalant shrug, “It seems like she wants to go, and you seem quite keen on

a nervous chuckle, “Oh no. When there’s

the voice of reason, “There will be other study

in the future.*

pouted, feeling this opportunity

goes. Sure, there might be

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to a bald head, but she won’t die. If she wants to go,

tone was sincere as she offered to arrange

her. By then, Nadine’s face had paled at Winnie’s words and she instinctively clung to Leonie’s skirt,

with each person trying

as she looked at them as if

losing face as if admitting she’d been scared off.

she retreated and muttered weakly, “I don’t care. I still want to go. Mom, don’t hold

was putting on a brave face for Winnie. She softened and decided to play along, holding Nadine back,

not that I’m scared. It’s just that you’re stopping me, and that’s why I’m not

was speechless. If there was peace,

for those who insisted on sending their children on the study tour despite the warnings, Winnie felt that she couldn’t save everyone, and sometimes, words fell on deaf ears. She had offered her protection, and

with news. “A celebrity medium who had recently made headlines for using her powers to save someone had advised against a prestigious kindergarten’s European trip, citing possible dangers. Her influence was significant, and