Chapter 435 He’s Still Here
He’d never tried to investigate him.
+ Pearle
If he’d really wanted to, Winston could’ve tapped into the Ginger family’s resources to find out everything about Dalton’s background. He probably could’ve learned more than Dalton ever told him.
But back then, he didn’t see the point. And now-
Now, he simply didn’t want to.
Winston hailed a cab, and he and Jean climbed into the backseat.
“Hope he’s still there,” he muttered, gaze drifting from Jean’s face to the window.
Jean pped her hand against his arm with confidence. “He definitely is.”
“I’ve got a good feeling about today. No way we came all this way for nothing.”
Winston let out a shortugh. Her ridiculous optimism was oddlyforting, and the storm in his eyes lightened just a little.
The cab drove them out to the outskirts of the city.
Eventually, it rolled to a stop in front of a European–style vi.
Jean stepped out and looked around, taking in the surroundings.
The neighborhood was peaceful–tall trees, greenwns, bright skies, and crisp air. It had the quiet charm of somewhere far removed from the chaos of the city.
“This is where Dalton used to live?” she asked, pointing toward the house.
Winston nodded. “Yeah. Looks like someone’s still here.”
Jean followed his gaze and spotted the Maybach parked in the driveway.
It was spotless, practically gleaming in the sunlight–definitely not abandoned.
Which meant someone was still living in the house.
Jean nodded in agreement. “Yeah, but we don’t know for sure if it’s Dalton.”
Winston didn’t answer. Hands in his pockets, he strode toward the gate.
Jean hurried after him, forced to take long strides to keep up with his pace.
When they reached the door, Winston didn’t hesitate. He rang the bell.
They barely had to wait. The door opened almost immediately.
Standing there was a kind–faced woman in a neat uniform–clearly a housekeeper.
Her appearance instantly confirmed their guess.
“You are…?” she asked, eyes widening slightly in surprise.
<b>10:43 </b>Tue, 10 <b>Jun </b>
Chapter 435 He’s Still Here
“We’re friends of Dalton’s,” Jean answered quickly, beating Winston to it.
<b>74</b><b>%</b>0
+8 Pearls
They weren’t totally sure Dalton still lived here, but being direct was the best way to find out. If he was here, the housekeeper would let them in. If not-
Then they didn’t need to go any further.
“You’re friends of Mr. Dalton?” she repeated, eyes widening even more as she studied them.
The moment she said his name, Jean and Winston both rxed a little.
They’d guessed right.
Dalton was still here.
“Yes, that’s right,” Jean said quickly, nodding with visible relief. “We couldn’t reach him and got worried about his health, so we came to check on him.”
“Don’t worry–we’re not here to cause any trouble. We just want to make sure he’s okay<i>.</i><i>” </i>
Jean’s words were honest and sincere, enough to soften even the most guarded stranger…
The housekeeper nodded, visibly touched. She stepped aside with a weing gesture. “That’s very kind of you. Come in.”
Send Gifts
1.3K
#
10.45
un
Whe