Chapter 1166 To Hawford
People who were troubled often found it hard to sleep at night.
There was an old cottage covered inyers of creeping wines in Hawford, and
sycamore trees cast eerie, swaying shadows that were both sinister and frightening outside of the cottage. It seemed that someone was speaking amid the rustling
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“Sir, I don’t understand why you’re hesitating. If we can seize the Quinnells‘ fortune, surely we can take the Whitmans‘ as well.” The person who spoke was still shrouded
in a ck cloak that concealed their face.
“Lady Angelica is already on our side, and everything is prepared. The saintess is growing impatient. Why are you still hesitating?”
The old man let out a cold scoff in response to the question. The sound of his
coughing could be faintly heard through the white veil.
“You people gave me the wrong horoscope and information. I miscalcted the Quinnells‘ fate thanks to that. Yet, you dare rush me now? How dare you?”
The other person was wary of the old man. He was fearful of the unexinable
matters and immediately bowed and said, “Sir, you’ve misunderstood. I have no
intention of rushing you. It’s just that such an opportunity is rare.
“This isn’t Kingbourne where we have to avoid the Celestia Force. The Whitman
family holds a pivotal position in the Chamber of Commerce. If we can take over the
Whitmans, we can control the Southern Cascadian Chamber of Commerce, which
has international influence.
“By then, whatever Cascadia wants to buy or sell won’t be up to them. When that dayes, sir, whatever you desire, we will offer it to you with both hands.”
The old man stood up and lifted the white veil. “I’m not one of those idiots. You don’t
need to give me empty promises. Go back and tell your master to do what needs to
be done. As for the Whitmans, I have my own ns.”
The other person had witnessed the old man’s methods before. Even someone as shrewd as Alijah from the Fenton family in Kingbourne followed his order.
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Den from the Quinnell family, who was originally their pawn, was somehow
manipted by the old man to serve his purposes, while he remained hidden behind. the scenes.
The trip to Hawford was no different. People’s attention was mostly on Chad and Yvette, not an elderly man seeking medical treatment.
The shadows under the lights resembled a dance of demons, The representative of Foplyan businessmen dared not look further and hurriedly left the white building. The old man’s eyes were dark and intense. He slowly closed his eyes, exuding an eerie sense of foreboding.
The next day, at the Quinnell’s residence in Kingbourne, Warren was so busy that he barely had a moment to breathe.
The amount of stuff he had people prepare was so extensive that anyone unaware of the situation might have thought Wynter was moving out.
Even Albert thought it was a bit excessive. Compared to his single carry–on suitcase, Wynter’s belongings would probably fill an entire car.
“Mr. Wick, do we need to bring all this?” Albert raised an eyebrow and nced briefly
at his watch.
Warren smiled calmly. “Unlike you, Mr. Albert, Ms. Quinnell has never been to the Whitmans‘ residence since she was born. So, it’s necessary to bring all these things.
“Also, Ms. Hodge and Bryce will be going along too. The vi in Hawford needs
people to clean and manage it. They are well–suited for the job.”
Wynter knew that Bryce was trained to be Warren’s sessor. Despite his young age, he was particrly reliable in his work. He often had everything prepared before
anyone even asked. Most importantly, he was loyal to the Quinnells.
In today’s society, the concept of loyalty between masters and maids was rare. Most people believed that simply being paid for their work was sufficient, and indeed, it
often was.
However, for the Quinnells‘ residence in Hawford, it was essential to have someone like Bryce, who treated the Quinnell family as his own. Only with such dedication
could they better manage the move to Hawford