Chapter 308 Favorite Disciple


    Jackson then nced at Lucas and said offhandedly, “Lucas, have the waiter add a helping of pork ribs


    to our order, will you?’ Jackson was probably the only person who could order Lucas around this way.


    The rumors about Jackson being an intimidating and formidable force were true. Everyone was scared


    of him. Even Lucas dared not step out of line in the old man’s presence.


    Being the youngest at the table, Wynter chided Jackson good- naturedly, “You shouldn’t be having pork


    ribs when you have hypertension. Let’s order something else.”


    “Lucas, go order something else then,” Jackson ordered. He had Wynter sit next to him, and his eyes


    were full of concern as he stared at her. “Your recent trip to Paradise Vige caused quite a stir.”


    Wynter poured him a cup of tea. “I didn’t mean to. I only went in search of the truth of my identity, so I


    guess we can chalk this up


    coincidence.”


    “Coincidence? Lucas told me you left him a note before you left f Paradise Vige,” Jackson said.


    He then pointed at Lucas. “You’re lucky that Wynter is so full of wit and surprises. You wouldn’t have


    been able to get to the bottom of Southdale’s corruption without her help!”


    Turning back to Wynter, he added, “You handed him the kind of political aplishment he needed,


    and uncovered the ugly truth of Havenlight County just as he expressed interest in doing the same.


    “Lucas, you ought to thank Wynter for helping you out the way she did. No one else could offer you the


    same amount of dedication as


    she did.”


    At once, Lucas rose to his feet and raised his wine ss to Wynter, who responded by raising her cup


    of tea.


    “Wynter, I thank you on behalf of the good citizens of Southdale. I appreciate what you have done for


    me, and feel free toe to me for help in the future.” With that, he knocked back his wine.


    Having dedicated most of his life to Florand’s betterment, Jackson never had children of his own. It was


    after he had spent his good years toiling for the sake of the country that he met an upstarting young


    man such as Lucas.


    He could tell Lucas had a good heart and a love for his country.


    Jackson was patriotic as well, and all he wanted was for his fellow citizens to thrive. However, his poor


    health forced him to recupera


    in Southdale.


    However, the public seemed to think of his retirement in Southdale as a form of exile, which was funny


    because Jackson could never stop worrying over the greater good of his country.


    Now that he was feeling better, he needed to return to Kingbourne to


    straighten out some things. He wouldn’t rest until he had gotten rid of the division between the rich and


    the poor.


    The transfer back to Kingbourne came about suddenly, but Jackson


    had expected it. The only concerns he had now were for Wynter. “You don’t have to shoulder


    everything alone, Wynter.


    “If you’re worried about my reputation, you can always ask Domie for help in dealing with the


    Shepherds and the Yates. Stop keeping


    everything to yourself or you’ll burst.


    “It’s no big deal,” Wynter said casually. She knew Jackson had bigger things to worry about than her


    problems, such as the well-being of


    the nation.


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    “Besides, Mr. Fisher is a busy man as well. He’s waist-deep in work


    tending to the needs of themunity.”


    Jackson’s heart went out to her. “You remind me of my younger self.”


    “Mr. Munn Senior, I don’t think that’s thepliment you’d hoped it would be, seeing as Wynter’s a


    youngdy,” Lucas pointed out jokingly as the atmosphere rxed.


    A momentter, he said, “The Shepherds are incredibly thick-skinned.


    I’ve never met anyone like them in Kingbourne.”


    Wynter picked at the roastmb Jackson had put on her te. If she didn’t start eating, the food on her


    te would spill onto the table.


    “They’re irrelevant,” she remarked as she set her utensils down. “But I


    believe there is a family you ought to pay close attention to the


    Scotts from Kingbourne.”


    Lucas’ expression was solemn. “What about them?”


    “Well, one of the counselors who showed up at the award ceremony


    happened to be from the Scott family. He presented the award to me


    along with a thinly veiled threat,” Wynter borated, her gaze as clear as her thoughts.


    She continued coolly, “As things are, I have no proof that they yed a part in the Havenlight County


    incident, but I figured they’re worth looking into now that one of them has exposed himself. That said, I


    think you should tread carefully when investigating them.”


    Lucas raised a brow. “What makes you say that?”


    “I mean, we should all watch our backs around dangerous people like them,” Wynter pointed out. “But


    my concern is that they might hurt


    you.”


    Jackson took in all this and interjected, “Lucas can take care of himself, Wynter. You’re the one who


    should be more careful.”


    “Me?” Wynter blinked. A wicked gleam shone in her eyes as she said, I’ll be going to Kingbourne soon.


    Once I’m there, I’d like to see them


    try to get me.”