Chapter 295 Special Skill Set


    Dalton patiently asked, “Where’s your QR code?”


    Wolf pointed at the strap on his shoulder.


    Dalton scanned the code with his phone. He then transferred 1000


    dors into Wolf’s bank ount and said, “I heard you like ck


    truffles.”


    Wolf nodded once.


    Chuckling, Dalton ruffled the kid’s hair affectionately. “I’ll bring some for you next time.”


    Wolf stared at Dalton in an assessing manner and signed, “I’ll spare


    you this time, but only because you paid me and promised to bring


    me food the next time.”


    Wolf’s perception of Dalton could not be changed. He couldn’t he feeling that Dalton was dangerous,


    and he felt the urge to run awa


    whenever Dalton was near.


    Wolf could only hope that Wynter had taken his warning seriously.


    He sighed as if he was carrying the world’s burden on his shoulders. Little did he know that what he


    said before woulde back to bite


    him.


    Meanwhile, Wynter still had some unfinished business in Southdale. She figured she could do some


    investigating while Fabian and Margaret were chatting away at home.


    After arriving at the destination, thendlord informed Wynter, “You mean those gangsters? I don’t


    know where they went, but I bet they got into huge trouble. Why are you looking for them, youngdy?”


    Wynter chuckled and kept her answer vague. “No particr reason.


    One of them-the one with the white hair-reminds me of my brother.”


    “That one?” Thendlord’s gaze flickered, and he looked like he was


    debating on telling her something.


    Wynter did not press him as she set down cartons of milk and a


    basket of fruits for his children.


    At the sight of this, thendlord finally caved. “Youngdy, I’m not


    trying to spook you or anything, but that brother of yours is a little…


    odd.”


    “How so?” Wynter probed gently.


    Thendlord’s voice dropped to a whisper. “My grandson was alm


    bitten by a pack of stray dogs when your brother showed up alo


    and stood there inplete silence. It was like he could make th


    dogs obey him or something!”


    “Oh, he was an animal whisperer,” Wynter exined breezily, smiling. But he got held back somewhere


    along the way.”


    Thendlord was amazed. “An animal whisperer? I never knew there was such a thing!”


    “Yeah,” Wynter said. She gave thendlord her number. “Would you mind giving me a call if he ever


    comes back?”


    Sighing, thendlord looked at her ruefully. “I don’t think he’s ever


    Η


    Wynter had seen it for herself. It appeared Whitley had packed up and left in a hurry, as if he had


    encountered something terrible. She


    wondered if that was why he hadn’t been showing up at the Empathy


    Clinic.


    However, if Whitley and Wolf were rted, she doubted he would run


    into any trouble he couldn’t handle.


    She still remembered what Atwater used to tell her. It was along the


    lines of everything in this world had its ce and time.”


    Once she was done tying up loose ends, she shrugged on the woven


    basket and made her way to the farmer’s market.


    The elderly folk there immediately surrounded her as soon as she


    arrived.


    or wast


    old man who came with you your family?”


    “Yeah,” Wynter replied.


    “Well, he’s well-off, isn’t he? You’ll be living like royalty from now on!”


    “About time too! She’s suffered enough.”


    “Darn right, she has!”


    Wynterughed as the market folks fussed over her. As she perused


    the usual fish and meat selection, she went ahead and took the


    vendors’ pulses.


    “Mr. Webb, your blood pressure is a little high today, Have you been.


    drinking?” Wynter asked in mock disapproval.


    “Heh.” Nn Webb had the decency to look sheepish. “Maybe just a


    bit more than usual.”


    “Aunt Ruth, you’ve got to keep an eye on him,” Wynter chided yfully.


    “What do you want me to do? He’s stubborn as a donkey!” Ruth


    added, “I’ve got some lovely cuts of beef today, Wynter. Let me bag


    some up for you. On the house!”


    Wynter scanned the QR code to pay the Webbs. “I’m practically


    royalty now, Mrs. Webb. I’ve got money to splurge.”


    This made the entire market burst intoughter.


    “I heard you were nning on bringing your grandmother with you to


    Kingbourne,” Ruth said, more of a question than a statement.


    Wynter hummed in response. “She’ll recover better in Kingbourne,


    what with her leg condition and all.”


    “Yes, but we don’t know when we might see her again,” Ruth pointed


    out sadly.


    This made Wynter pause. “It’s a four-hour train ride from Kingbourne.


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    to Southdale. Once everything’s settled, I’ll bring Grandma back here


    for a visit whenever she wants.”


    She hadn’t realized she had overlooked something important until Ruth pointed it out to her. More often


    than not, the elderly didn’t like.


    moving into new surroundings.


    Margaret had always been selfless whenever it came to Wynter, but that didn’t mean she would


    limate to a new life in Kingbourne.


    At the thought of this, Wynter pulled out her phone and quickly sent a


    message.