“They told me to withdraw my investment, but I refuse!” Cyrus slumped on the couch. He was already a little tipsy as he leaned back, as if reminiscing about the past.


    “I have a cousin now. Her name is Wynter, and she wears a tiger–head hat. It’s all Tobias‘ fault. He wouldn’t let me touch her, saying she’s from his family, he mumbled. @@novelbin@@


    Wynter stood at the side <b>as </b>she listened to him. The hand that was reaching out to wake him paused. before she took his card instead.


    She smiled slightly and said in a soft voice, almost like a promise, “Then I’ll invest on your behalf.


    “After Monday, no one will see you <b>as </b><b>a </b>useless pawn from the Montir family. You are Cyrus Whitman, the Whitman family’s eldest grandson.”


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