Chapter 237 The Enigmatic Vige


    The vige chief had already seen the photos of Wynter and was quite taken with her appearance. He


    made it clear that he wished to meet her promptly.


    Fanny and the others were eager to bring Wynter over as soon as possible, They knew they had to


    keep up the charade to ensure Wynter remainedpliant.


    After all, many young women who initially resisted eventually epted their fate after experiencing


    intimacy. They settled down In Paradise Vige to raise farmilies. Indeed, once a woman transitioned


    into motherhood, her heart found peace.


    As they entered Paradise Vige, Fanny Immediately reached out to the matchmaker to arrange a


    meeting for that evening.


    The meeting was set for that night. After all, the longer things took, the more potential for


    complications.


    The journey was far from smooth. The road ahead was riddled with potholes and bumps, causing the


    van to jostle and shake relentlessly. In terms of infrastructure, some areas were overlooked, resulting in


    unreliable inte along the road.


    When Wynter finally stirred from her slumber, she found the van hade to a halt.


    Fanny affectionately looked at her and said, “Wynter, it’s time to get out. Let’s go meet your


    grandfather.”


    Wynter’s long hair was slightly tousled, but herposed demeanor remained unchanged. She lifted a


    hand to her forehead. “I feel a bit dizzy.”


    “You’ve been in the car too long, and the road was rough,” Fanny said, handing her a plum. ” Have this


    to wake yourself up.”


    Dickson unloaded all the luggage from the car. Wynter, clutching her ck bag, stood gracefully by the


    vige sign, taking in the quaint path ahead.


    “Wynter, let’s go. Everyone at home is eager to see you,” Fanny urged. Indeed, everyone was eager to


    wee the victim they had brought back this time.


    The vigers were incredibly hospitable. They warmly greeted Dickson when he returned.


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    “Dickson, you’re back! Is this the girl you brought back from the city this time?” a middle- aged man


    inquired.


    “She’s stunning!” a woman chimed in.


    Chapter 237 The Enigmatic Vige


    Dickson chuckled, ruffling his hair. “You bet! Come over for drinks sometime!”


    “Absolutely!” the man replied with a nod.


    Wynter remained silent throughout the stroll as if still shaking off her slumber. Her quiet demeanor put


    Dickson at ease.


    He preferred this version of her to the one who seemed to see through everyone back in the city.


    Moreover, she would have to switch out of her attire at the earliest chance.


    As Dickson pondered this, they arrived at the Quirk family’s residence. Indeed, as Fanny had


    mentioned, their family wasn’tcking in resources.


    At least within the vige, their home stood out with its tiled roof and spacious courtyard. The yard


    harbored a small vegetable patch where eggnts and cucumbers flourished under the warm vige


    sun.


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    Additionally, several mother hens roamed around, and their cheerful clucking filled the air. It was the


    perfect picture of rural bliss, where every moment felt serene and inviting.


    The tranquil scene was shattered by the sudden appearance of two menacing dogs. Their aggressive


    gaze was fixed on Wynter as if poised to attack at any sudden movement. Dickson was taken aback by


    the unleashed dog and shouted into the house, “Gary, what are you doing? How could you leave Biggie


    and Brownie unattended?”


    Turning back to Wynter, Dickson reassured her, “Don’t worry, Wynter. Biggie and Brownie may look


    fierce, but they won’t harm anyone in the family.”


    That remark piqued Wynter’s curiosity. If the dogs wouldn’t harm their family members, did that mean


    she was exempt since she wasn’t officially part of the family?


    Wynter arched an eyebrow at his words and let out a chuckle. Herughter hung in the air, causing


    Dickson to wonder if he had misheard.


    “Hey! You’re my sister, aren’t you?” Suddenly, a figure emerged from the house, swiftly reaching out to


    grasp Wynter’s hand.


    This boy was anything but a child. He was tall, robust, and appeared to be around 15 years old.


    Wynter gazed at his face and smiled gently. “You certainly don’t look sick. You seem quite healthy.”