The delivery man seemed taken aback by the unexpected attitude of the person who opened the door.


    His facial expression suddenly stiffened.


    He forgot what he was going to say next. He held the stic bags and stared at Wynter, attempting to


    intimidate her.


    Wynter nced at his features–high and sharp cheekbones. Despite his attempt to maintain


    professionalism and a neutral expression, the malevolent aura was unmistakable.


    “Yes. I’ll be more careful next time, the delivery man said before raising his hand. “Mr. Holloway


    ordered some tea.”


    “There’s no one with that family name here,” Wynter said casually. “Why don’t youe in and see for


    yourself?”


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